Tantrum Time

[mightymorbid]

Who: Mozenrath, Roxy Harvey, other people in the pub.
Where: The pub.
When: Yesterday, shortly after this post by Kirk.
Warnings: Some pointless violence. Moze is pissed that Shego's gone and suspects that she won't be coming back, like so many others.

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[iwillfuckuup]

Roxy was in the process of following her routine: television, then a trip to the pub. She had made it a habit to check in on Mozenrath wherever he happened to be at least once a day or every other day (if only just to pop her head in and see he was working), and found him to be completely nonviolent thus far.

Unlike most wardens, she made it a habit to regularly check her notebook - her warden item - to see what he was getting up to. So far, it hadn't said a thing, and she was beginning to suspect it was broken until this evening when she saw "Mozenrath" under "Name" and "Destruction of public property" written under "Incident". Thankfully, it also told her where - not that she wasn't able to guess - and she was on her feet and running for the pub without hesitation.

Whenever she spoke to him, he had seemed calm, collected, and intelligent. Destruction of public property was not someone calm, collected, and intelligent did. What the hell had set him off?

[mightymorbid]

That one blast, large as it was, took most of his ability to concentrate on magic away from him, so now he was just breaking things by hand -- not really hurling things at people in particular, just looking for the nearest hard surface that'll make the most pleasing smashing sounds. The harsh stench of alcohol, usually quite muted, quickly overtook the senses as various destroyed bottles seeped their liquids into the wooden boards of the wall, the floor, the tables and chairs. It just seemed to goad him on.

It felt better to do it, gave him something meaningless to direct his anger toward. Perhaps it wasn't the maniacal, wanton torment and destruction of his brighter days, but it did the job just fine.

[iwillfuckuup]

Roxy pulled her radio from her belt and switched it on as she ran, hoping it would work to communicate with the Admiral. It was a long shot, but she shouted in to it anyway:

"Admiral, remove Mozenrath's powers or magic or whatever the fuck it is he does!"

She reached the pub just as she finished the sentence; hesitantly, she cracked the door and peered in. No, this wasn't good at all.

[mightymorbid]

Something snapped shut and Mozenrath stopped short with a heavy gasp. His right hand clenched under the glove -- he could still feel the familiar thrum of the gauntlet's magic, independent of him, maintaining the field of "ghost flesh" around the remaining bones. However, he could no longer sense that magic, or outwardly perceive it. The grasp that he had, though nearly as weak and under-practiced as it had been in its virgin years, had vanished, and it struck him with the same startling clarity as being suddenly stricken deaf.

...Had he done that? Had he pushed himself too hard and simply blown himself out?

No. No, something else caused this, and he paused briefly in his rampage to look around for something -- anything -- and of course saw his Warden looking into the pub from the outside.

Of course.If it had been any other moment, or for any other reason, and if it had been Montgomery Scott, he would have already been shrieking every curse in every language he could muster against him. As it was -- this was not a different