The Magic Box, Friday
Nothing. For as long as he'd held the spell active, Kael'thas had received no answer, no clue as to how to return or even if anyone was searching for him. And after several days of rest and recharging his batteries, so to speak, he needed something to turn his attention towards.
The Magic Box was his unfortunate target, and after arriving yesterday, he set to redecorating with all he could muster - magically and with whatever could be rush-ordered through the supply catalog he'd found in the office. Knowing how the telephone worked turned out to be a great help, though he felt rather pleased as they'd been happy to take his payment in gold. Who didn't like gold, really?
By noon, he had redone most of the interior. The shelving now was a mix of wall fixtures and bizarre floating fixtures that slowly spun in place. There were tables and places to sit, thick rugs on the floor and heavy curtains hung along the walls, giving the store an "interior of a jewelry box" sort of look. Even a ritual circle was now inscribed into the floors in a side room, should it be needed. It felt a little more like home now, and it eased the magical temper tantrum he'd been having.
When he finally opened the front doors again, he took a seat in the front area with a vaguely satisfied and somewhat smug look, as well as a thick magical tome from one of the shelves - maybe now that he felt more comfortable he could find something that would help.
[OOC: Open! And now, Kael will be a little more social. Hopefully.]
The Magic Box was his unfortunate target, and after arriving yesterday, he set to redecorating with all he could muster - magically and with whatever could be rush-ordered through the supply catalog he'd found in the office. Knowing how the telephone worked turned out to be a great help, though he felt rather pleased as they'd been happy to take his payment in gold. Who didn't like gold, really?
By noon, he had redone most of the interior. The shelving now was a mix of wall fixtures and bizarre floating fixtures that slowly spun in place. There were tables and places to sit, thick rugs on the floor and heavy curtains hung along the walls, giving the store an "interior of a jewelry box" sort of look. Even a ritual circle was now inscribed into the floors in a side room, should it be needed. It felt a little more like home now, and it eased the magical temper tantrum he'd been having.
When he finally opened the front doors again, he took a seat in the front area with a vaguely satisfied and somewhat smug look, as well as a thick magical tome from one of the shelves - maybe now that he felt more comfortable he could find something that would help.
[OOC: Open! And now, Kael will be a little more social. Hopefully.]