The Lady Morgana has left Adstringendum.

[It is in Tom's own voice -- Morgana leaving abruptly brought him back into his own body. Which he intends to stay in, until the end of the event. Thank you very much.

And, with a burst of static, the feed ends.]

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[There is only the sound of breathing -- and, suddenly, a shattering of glass, along with a breathy high-pitched laugh, and a familiar soft voice, but this time, something is definitely wrong.]

Adstringendum... the name is Latin, if you all didn't realize, completely bastardized Latin, but Latin all the same -- and it's odd, because when I've gone ( Read more... )

[Tom is outside, in his long black coat, staring down intently at a gravestone. He has been there for close to three hours, his green scarf fluttering in the wind as he tilts his head, to read the name once more. No matter how many times he reads it, it does not change --

Merope GauntHe has been told that if he stays long enough, he will see ( Read more... )

As Shakespeare once said --

[Distractedly -- and, if you cared to listen closely enough -- nearly out of breath.]

Something wicked this way comes.

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