Rescuing Libby -- Because He Has To

[mightymorbid]

WHO: Mozenrath, ghosts, Libby eventually
WHERE: The Lower Levels
WHEN: After her cell stopped filling up with water.
WHAT: Mozenrath is in the lower levels, alone, searching for Libby, because he's a stubborn fuck like that.

If Mozenrath knew anything, he knew dead things. Especially the unquiet dead, and while this was doubly troublesome on account

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pretend the icon is of his teacher :|

[thatlibbychick]

Suddenly, from behind, a shadow fell over Mozenrath and his journal. If he turned around, he would find his mentor standing there with a withering look on his face.

HE WORE THAT SAME DRESS AND EVERYTHING. ...Wait.

[mightymorbid]

It was the sudden change in reception that tipped him off first, as there was no real reflection in the screen, and he did indeed turn -- and retreat several steps in shock. Not so much because of who it was (in fact this didn't immediately register) but because he heard no one approach.

Not that ghosts tended to have heavy footsteps if they weren't showing off.

But then he did recognize, and at first was completely uncertain how to respond to it. And perhaps it was because the last time Destane had been so strongly on his mind, he had been a child, and begging people not to send him back to him, or perhaps it was the atmosphere of the place itself, but the sorcerer seemed to shrink a little under that gaze.

"What is this?"

[thatlibbychick]

"I might ask the same. What are you doing down here, Mozenrath? Playing adventurer?"

[mightymorbid]

He chuffed, some of his bravado returning. "Hardly. I'd be wearing less and there'd be something other than my neurotic Warden at the finish line." He retreated another step, trying to size him up, determine how much he could trust his eyes and also give him plenty of room to RUN if need be.