Mozenrath's greatest fear (complete)
Where: Outside the school (gasp)
When: During lockdown (GASP)
Who: Open To Everyone brave enough to go outside (I'm in a prose/detail mood, so I made it a log. But there's no pressure to make your tags long or anything)
What: Mozenrath is powerless. (Seriously. Have fun with that. A Scar or Faci would be especially amusing.)
Warnings: Probably violence, swearing and ridiculous amounts of whining.
Mozenrath had ignored the 'lockdown', but it was easy enough to transport from his room in Hoover's Hall to his Laboratory to avoid the Lion. However, with the mist so powerful he wasn't so lucky. He'd studying, experimenting since the wee hours of the night.
It wasn't until around two in the morning that he decided to return to his bedroom, only to find that he couldn't. His dark eyes widened in horror as his magic simply... fizzled. Xerxes' jaw dropped.
"... no. No!"
To fight the icy touch of fear running down his back he lashed out, slamming Xerxes against the wall, then turning and yelling with rage as he swiped his arm over the table. Books scattered and vials shattered on the marble floor below. A cold bead of sweat ran down the side of his pale face as he hunched over the desk, panting.
"Calm down. Calm down... It's just the mist. It's just the mist." He mumbled to himself, reaching up rub his face -- only to gasp when he felt the skeleton hand touch his flesh.
"Where... no no NO!" He howled again, slamming his foot against the table leg. Groaning with pain, he wrapped his cape around his thin body and stalked out of the laboratory to head to the shelter of his bedroom in Hoover's.
The night air was usually soothing, but it now felt oppressive. He felt small, insignificant, unimportant, worthless. The only comfort he could draw from was the feel of Xerxes wrapped around his shoulders - the creature trembled with fear, but at least he wasn't gone.
This would be unbearable alone.
When: During lockdown (GASP)
Who: Open To Everyone brave enough to go outside (I'm in a prose/detail mood, so I made it a log. But there's no pressure to make your tags long or anything)
What: Mozenrath is powerless. (Seriously. Have fun with that. A Scar or Faci would be especially amusing.)
Warnings: Probably violence, swearing and ridiculous amounts of whining.
Mozenrath had ignored the 'lockdown', but it was easy enough to transport from his room in Hoover's Hall to his Laboratory to avoid the Lion. However, with the mist so powerful he wasn't so lucky. He'd studying, experimenting since the wee hours of the night.
It wasn't until around two in the morning that he decided to return to his bedroom, only to find that he couldn't. His dark eyes widened in horror as his magic simply... fizzled. Xerxes' jaw dropped.
"... no. No!"
To fight the icy touch of fear running down his back he lashed out, slamming Xerxes against the wall, then turning and yelling with rage as he swiped his arm over the table. Books scattered and vials shattered on the marble floor below. A cold bead of sweat ran down the side of his pale face as he hunched over the desk, panting.
"Calm down. Calm down... It's just the mist. It's just the mist." He mumbled to himself, reaching up rub his face -- only to gasp when he felt the skeleton hand touch his flesh.
"Where... no no NO!" He howled again, slamming his foot against the table leg. Groaning with pain, he wrapped his cape around his thin body and stalked out of the laboratory to head to the shelter of his bedroom in Hoover's.
The night air was usually soothing, but it now felt oppressive. He felt small, insignificant, unimportant, worthless. The only comfort he could draw from was the feel of Xerxes wrapped around his shoulders - the creature trembled with fear, but at least he wasn't gone.
This would be unbearable alone.