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[ooc: Backdated to before the full breach]
I had thought that feeling so strongly compelled to do something I am familiar with would worry me more than it does; this could be blood magic, after all. I have no real intention to write, and yet I am. But I'm not feeling any nasty prickly feelings and I've yet to run across any demons, which leads me to thinking the Admiral has some other method of mind control at his disposal.
Oh, Flaming Blight.
Dear Santa,
If you're handing out gifts, I'd very much like a orange tabby kitten. In fact, if you could fetch Sir Pounce A Lot from Amaranthe, I would be delighted. If that it too far out of your way, I would happily settle with a new kitten. Pounce is probably happy where he is, anyway.
For Ray, I would most like to see him gifted a plate of plate of warm smores. The poor fellow doesn't seem to understand the delights of melted marshmallows, and I simply can't let that continue in good consciousness.
For Buffy, something as equally sweet and delightful. I've yet to learn her favorite holiday treat, but perhaps some of that would brighten her day. Oh, and perhaps a mistletoe warding hat, as the pesky stuff seems to trouble her.
And for Richard, a small plastic knife. I'm not sure if I'd trust him with anything more dangerous, but part of me is curious of the degree of havoc he would cause with such a thing.
I had thought that feeling so strongly compelled to do something I am familiar with would worry me more than it does; this could be blood magic, after all. I have no real intention to write, and yet I am. But I'm not feeling any nasty prickly feelings and I've yet to run across any demons, which leads me to thinking the Admiral has some other method of mind control at his disposal.
Oh, Flaming Blight.
Dear Santa,
If you're handing out gifts, I'd very much like a orange tabby kitten. In fact, if you could fetch Sir Pounce A Lot from Amaranthe, I would be delighted. If that it too far out of your way, I would happily settle with a new kitten. Pounce is probably happy where he is, anyway.
For Ray, I would most like to see him gifted a plate of plate of warm smores. The poor fellow doesn't seem to understand the delights of melted marshmallows, and I simply can't let that continue in good consciousness.
For Buffy, something as equally sweet and delightful. I've yet to learn her favorite holiday treat, but perhaps some of that would brighten her day. Oh, and perhaps a mistletoe warding hat, as the pesky stuff seems to trouble her.
And for Richard, a small plastic knife. I'm not sure if I'd trust him with anything more dangerous, but part of me is curious of the degree of havoc he would cause with such a thing.