I ○ [accidental voice]
[ So Vanyel has just seen this crow, right? Oh, funny, it's made him really angry. Wonder why that could be. Maybe it has something to do with it looking very much like the thing that recently disemboweled someone very important to him.
It looks like we have caught Van at a very bad time. ]
You--!
[ What follows, very abruptly, is a noise much like what magic would sound like, if it worked. Which, of course, it doesn't. So there is a sharp inhale instead. But he doesn't waste his time on talking with the crow - he needs to kill it. The rage in his eyes is ice cold, but heats up to a boil as he discovers he has no access to Gifts--
His voice is taught with anger, but steady - deadly calm. ]
So your 'Master Dark' would take my Gifts from me again, would he?
[ Ten seconds of a flurry of movement. Van seems intent on getting it even without any Gifts, so deep does his rage at it run. ]
I destroyed you--!
[ Finally, he seems to try to break its neck, and it (of course) turns easily into parchment under his squeezing hands. After a very stunned moment and fifteen full minutes of reading, he writes, in a very careful hand: ]
What is this?
[ So Van isn't exactly himself right now. And clearly has absolutely the wrong idea about what's going on. Someone let him know that the crows are not for killing? ]
It looks like we have caught Van at a very bad time. ]
You--!
[ What follows, very abruptly, is a noise much like what magic would sound like, if it worked. Which, of course, it doesn't. So there is a sharp inhale instead. But he doesn't waste his time on talking with the crow - he needs to kill it. The rage in his eyes is ice cold, but heats up to a boil as he discovers he has no access to Gifts--
His voice is taught with anger, but steady - deadly calm. ]
So your 'Master Dark' would take my Gifts from me again, would he?
[ Ten seconds of a flurry of movement. Van seems intent on getting it even without any Gifts, so deep does his rage at it run. ]
I destroyed you--!
[ Finally, he seems to try to break its neck, and it (of course) turns easily into parchment under his squeezing hands. After a very stunned moment and fifteen full minutes of reading, he writes, in a very careful hand: ]
What is this?
[ So Van isn't exactly himself right now. And clearly has absolutely the wrong idea about what's going on. Someone let him know that the crows are not for killing? ]