(log) Moment of Truth (Active/Closed)
Name(s): Ashelia, Belladonna, Rangiku, Shalice, Byakuya
Location: Ashelia's office (it's the new place to be, apparently.)
Day: 28
Time: Noon-ish ... through to a while later. Evening?
Rating: ... Whatever is good for Ghost Widow tormenting someone, followed by drinking.
Notes: For some of this to make sense, you might need to check out THIS log with Shalice and Belladonna.
Content: Belladonna is horrible to Ashe. Ashe doesn't put up with it. Then Rangiku turns up with sake. Then Shalice turns up with wine. Then Byakuya turns up with class.
Tilman. The name was a curse, a disgusting, shameless curse, the kind that rotted away the skin and the muscles until all you were left with were rank scraps and brittle bones. That was all that little sack of filth was, that worm, that disgrace. Belladonna lashed out angrily, lifeless hand striking through a student to whom she paid no mind as she rampaged through the walls of the school. It was an outrage. To think, such would be done to her, her, Lady Belladonna Vetrano in her own school. Her school.
The pain that little Psyche hadwrought on her had been nigh unbearable. If she wanted anything, it was to rain down bloody vegence on the little fool, but for the moment she could not. She lacked a solid form, she lacked her right hand and she lacked a plan poisonous enough to make Shalice Tilman - in her mind the name was spat like a burning poison - suffer the way she deserved. Ghost Widow cut through another wall, and another, vision blurred with fury before she took a moment to think about where she was. Not the brat's office, no, but another Gryffindor. Another, corrupted little toy. Her sickle-sharp smile slashed across her face.
"Darling Ashe... how I've missed you, my beautiful angel..."
Location: Ashelia's office (it's the new place to be, apparently.)
Day: 28
Time: Noon-ish ... through to a while later. Evening?
Rating: ... Whatever is good for Ghost Widow tormenting someone, followed by drinking.
Notes: For some of this to make sense, you might need to check out THIS log with Shalice and Belladonna.
Content: Belladonna is horrible to Ashe. Ashe doesn't put up with it. Then Rangiku turns up with sake. Then Shalice turns up with wine. Then Byakuya turns up with class.
Tilman. The name was a curse, a disgusting, shameless curse, the kind that rotted away the skin and the muscles until all you were left with were rank scraps and brittle bones. That was all that little sack of filth was, that worm, that disgrace. Belladonna lashed out angrily, lifeless hand striking through a student to whom she paid no mind as she rampaged through the walls of the school. It was an outrage. To think, such would be done to her, her, Lady Belladonna Vetrano in her own school. Her school.
The pain that little Psyche hadwrought on her had been nigh unbearable. If she wanted anything, it was to rain down bloody vegence on the little fool, but for the moment she could not. She lacked a solid form, she lacked her right hand and she lacked a plan poisonous enough to make Shalice Tilman - in her mind the name was spat like a burning poison - suffer the way she deserved. Ghost Widow cut through another wall, and another, vision blurred with fury before she took a moment to think about where she was. Not the brat's office, no, but another Gryffindor. Another, corrupted little toy. Her sickle-sharp smile slashed across her face.
"Darling Ashe... how I've missed you, my beautiful angel..."