[Open Post] Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt (Whoever knows pain is dangerous)

[gardenwarlock]

Following Aramat's demise, Klingsor fell into a bout of depression, hiding himself in his corner of the garden, alternating bouts of drinking himself into a stupor with bouts of beating the walls of his cottage with his head and other acts of self-harm. And when all else fails, he's resorted to ramping up the rapid plant-growth spells in his garden

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[scalpedsociety]

If Klingsor is making his usual rounds around the garden, he may find a gigantic covered hole where oleanders once grew and housed Aramat's body. Not that far nearby is the same plant in a new location, and a living Aramat.

Your Mistress is going to wonder why you've been so angry and the Garden's had to pay for it this early in the season.

[gardenwarlock]

He's stalking about the lawns, causing small clumps to grow into wild snarls of greenery. And it's during these perambulations that he comes upon Aramat. He pauses in his tracks, staring at her in disbelief.

This can't be happening. Aramat was buried in the cold ground. No one comes back from there.

[scalpedsociety]

And yet she is here... (Unless Klingsor wants to believe in Zombies that are in no shape or form, zombieish.) She turns and spots him. She's still the same lady as he remembers.

“Kling?”

[gardenwarlock]

Zombies are out of his range of experience, though he did have a kind of immortal, perpetually youthful woman under his thumb for quite some time (till a certain pesky knight broke his spells...).

He eyes Aramat puzzled, even staring at her. "The noonday sun has melted my wits: I seem to see my lady Aramat before me..." he says, shaking his head to clear it.

[scalpedsociety]

She'll get closer to him, typist allowing, touching his face with garden gloves.

“The sun isn't playing tricks on you... it really is me.”

If he wants proof, we'll be glad to give it to him.

[gardenwarlock]

He doesn't move at her touch, seemingly unmoved. At first. Then he shifts leaning into that touch. "You could be real: there are sorcerers who can create illusions that can blind even the practiced," he says. He could be testing her, or it could be lingering disbelief.

[scalpedsociety]

She didn't want to do this, but typist allowing, she'll yank his hair.

“I am not the creation of some sorcery. I am Lady Aramat, your mistress has returned. Or do I have to kick you in whats left of your crotch for you to believe me?” She hisses.

[gardenwarlock]

He'll hiss through his teeth, rolling his eyes in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Forgive me: one cannot be too careful: there are enchanters more powerful than I in this place, and I did not know but they were trying to deceive me," he replies.

[scalpedsociety]

"It's alright, you have plenty of reason to be paranoid. But I assure you, it's me."

Aramat: going from domineering bitch to sweet lady in 30 seconds flat.

[gardenwarlock]

One of the many reasons we loves her (and in that 'we', typist includes several folk in headspace).

"In this place, one cannot be too cautious: there have been many strange things here, and one must keep one's mind open to what could happen," he says. "Where were you on the night when someone cast a spell upon the melons which I had planted, so that they began to roll about the fields?"

[scalpedsociety]

She looks puzzled. "There where rolling melons?"

The typist really should involve Aramat in more 'dangerous' plots. (But there's always a risk of her having a breakdown and unlashing some dangerous on her own. Still, we don't know whether Aramat would think the melons were cute or she'd chase after them with a machete yelling: 'I will cut you up and EAT YOU, you son of a bitch!')

[gardenwarlock]

Typist just might bring back the vampire melons in that case! It was too funny a crack plot to not make it an annual event: "the running of the melons"!

"Aye. On a full moonlit night, someone ensorcled the melons that I had planted: something caused them to roll about, snarling like so many wild dogs and snapping at anyone who approached them," he says. "No one has been able to tell me who could have done this or by what means." He sounds like he'd happily drub the person who did this...

[scalpedsociety]

For some weird reason, Aramat and the typist want to pin the blame on Isolde. (When she's not busy tormenting Aramat or other humans, she likes to troll.) But that ain't possible.

Aramat cringes. "That must have been... harrowing. And a waste of good fruit."

We imagine many people in the mansion are now wary of melons.

[gardenwarlock]

"Aye, those fruits were to last me through the summer, with some leftover to give to the house, a fair trade for my use of the land," he says. "But someone interposed and made sport with them. I hope that this year someone does not commit the same trick twice."

[scalpedsociety]

"Well... you could have a partner to watch over your fields with you over the summer..." Yes, she's suggesting she live with you over the summer. Granted she is going to have to pare down her usually elaborate wardrobe, but it's worth it to see the garden and Kling every single day. (And living outside the mansion might keep her out of trouble.)

Planting roots with a man that can't even plow yours? That's ridiculous.

I don't want that...

You NEED it.

[gardenwarlock]

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