second blood.

[deathwarder]

 [ There is a demonic cat resting in the library atop one of the many tables, books piled all around it. Curled in its tail is a pen, currently scribbling furiously in an open journal. Splayed beneath its paws are a variety of texts detailing dark, forbidden magics. Sharp red eyes follow the pages, jagged claws skimming lines written in an

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[thelifemeddler]

[WATCHING THIS

AND WATCHING YOU]

How generous of you to make such an offer.

[It would help if twelve year old kids weren't trying to beat Deathwing up by themselves.]

[deathwarder]

[ Here's Deathwing's giving a shit face.

Hint: there isn't one. ]

Live and let live, as they say.

[ It's a joke and even Deathwing knows it, but hey, gotta maintain appearances. ]

[thelifemeddler]

You know nothing but death.

[What was that about appearances? He's not making threats, but...]

[deathwarder]

And you're nothing more than a meddling eyesore.

[ An energetic flourish of his tail, and...

Oh, dear. Deathwing appears to be drawing a cartoonish version of Krasus being stabbed to death in his journal. And falling to death. And being burned to death. Is that Deathwing standing victoriously over him? Yes, it appears to be so. ]

The victor between us, then, is clear.

[ The journal picks up a contented hum. Someone's very pleased with himself here. ]

[lastisocorn]

[a cat writing with its tail? You might be the Destroyer of Worlds, DW, but that's pretty goddamn cute. Quorra tries not to giggle when she comes across this scene.]

[deathwarder]

[ Deathwing purrs at Quorra's approach. ]

Hello again, my dear. How do you fare?

[lastisocorn]

[DOES LITTLE DEATH KITTY WANT PETTINGS? Because she really wants to pet him.]

I'm always better when I'm surrounded by books.

[deathwarder]

[ Only from you, Quorra. You're special. ]

They certainly are a pleasant distraction.

over the journal :)

[apologeticangel]

Um... [she speaks the first part, but then she writes her answer to the other questions]

* My loss is memories from home. [she considers putting a little frowny face next to it, but reconsiders]
* I've been here for two and a half years!
* I think there have been a lot of ideas, but no one really knows for sure.

[she pauses, and switches back to talking] Neutrality? Are you fighting with someone?

[deathwarder]

So memories may be lost as well as strength... interesting. And you say you've been here for years?

[ Deathwing takes a moment to ponder all this. Her question, however, interrupts his train of thought. ]

On the contrary. They are fighting with me. I merely seek peace [ a big, fat lie ] and a return to whence I came.

[apologeticangel]

Yes, although I know some people who have been here longer than that.

Oh, I see. I'm sure they'll accept your truce, even if it's not right away.

[deathwarder]

I would certainly hope so. I'm certain they wouldn't like me when I'm angry...

[ Those ellipses are troubling, to say the least. ]

[huffythedragon]

[Spike will just be watching the journal carefully, like it's going to leap up and bite him.

Should he reply? Choices, choices. He'll probably get in trouble if he does. So much trouble...]

You...you don't want to hurt anyone?

[deathwarder]

[ If words could only smile, Spike, Deathwing's would be grinning from ear to ear right about now. ]

Of course not, little one. It's just been a grand misunderstanding from the start.

[ He's actually a really nice guy! Not. ]

[huffythedragon]

[There's a long pause. SO UNSURE]

I don't know...Malygos said you're bad news.

[deathwarder]

[ A recorded snicker. ]

Is that so? I don't suppose Malygos has shared with you his own story, has he?

dictated;

[spellweaving]

The castle holds secrets you shall never unlock.

[He says this far too smugly -- its easy when you aren't face to face.]

dictated;

[deathwarder]

Sounds like someone is in the mood for another visit.

[ Don't get snarky, Malygos. It's simple enough to sniff you out. ]

[spellweaving]

Entering my domain will only hasten your death, and I promise it will not be quick.

It is a fact: you will never know Paradisa's true intentions. [Because if he doesn't know, nobody does. B|]

[deathwarder]

Bold words coming from one who trembled at the very sight of me...

[ But now's not the time to instigate another conflict. He presses for information instead. ]

What makes you so certain of that, Spellweaver?