Network Post: un: L.L I inadvertently left a book in the kitchens while I was making my lunch. Has anyone seen or taken a black-covered book titled 'Spellcasting With Human Flesh'? I require this book as soon as possible
[ Because someone's going to get in trouble if he doesn't return it to the library... ]
Stand Your Ground
[ It's 10am and L.L's just gotten up, because why start the day earlier when there's no need to? He'd been sure there was no one in the bathroom when he'd popped in, still in his pyjamas to brush his teeth, but at a strange noise he glances into the mirror and meets a pair of eyes.
He startles, swallows toothpaste, and chokes ]
Get out!
[ That might be easier said than done as he'd locked the door behind him. ]
Reach Up High (cw: torture and mutilation etc)
[ It's never a good day when the demons grab him and drag him into a room. He's first in and tied to a chair facing away from the door, so doesn't make out who'd brought in to suffer with him ]
So - do you possess any regenerative powers?
[ Please say he doesn't have to be the bigger immortal and actually take the brunt of the damage. That drill looks like it'll sting ]
Follow Me Down: Open to all 18+ characters, cw roofies, dub-con
[ So often pride comes before the fall. L.L's body has once again begun eliminating all swallowed drugs and poisons from his body, which is why he's completely confident taking one of the new shots offered. Alcohol right now is a pleasant taste and a tingle in his throat with no lasting consequence and he takes the apple shot without much thought, downing it in one gulp.
Too late, he realises that whatever's in it was designed by a trickier mind than his. Too late, he realises that his mind has been altered somehow - for he's already fixed his eyes on someone and he wants.
He scoops one of the shots off of the tray and makes his way over, his newly-grown heels tapping sharply as he slinks to close the gap. Ethics have no meaning any more - he's already been defeated and thus has already justified inflicting this curse upon another.
He leans in with a charming smile, pitching his voice above the music ]
Try this, it's delicious.
[ He holds out the shot to his target. Perhaps it's apple or perhaps he grabbed the cinnamon by mistake - either way he intends to take his target to the nearest dark corner as soon as they're as intoxicated as him ]
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I inadvertently left a book in the kitchens while I was making my lunch. Has anyone seen or taken a black-covered book titled 'Spellcasting With Human Flesh'? I require this book as soon as possible
[ Because someone's going to get in trouble if he doesn't return it to the library... ]
Stand Your Ground
[ It's 10am and L.L's just gotten up, because why start the day earlier when there's no need to? He'd been sure there was no one in the bathroom when he'd popped in, still in his pyjamas to brush his teeth, but at a strange noise he glances into the mirror and meets a pair of eyes.
He startles, swallows toothpaste, and chokes ]
Get out!
[ That might be easier said than done as he'd locked the door behind him. ]
Reach Up High (cw: torture and mutilation etc)
[ It's never a good day when the demons grab him and drag him into a room. He's first in and tied to a chair facing away from the door, so doesn't make out who'd brought in to suffer with him ]
So - do you possess any regenerative powers?
[ Please say he doesn't have to be the bigger immortal and actually take the brunt of the damage. That drill looks like it'll sting ]
Follow Me Down: Open to all 18+ characters, cw roofies, dub-con
[ So often pride comes before the fall. L.L's body has once again begun eliminating all swallowed drugs and poisons from his body, which is why he's completely confident taking one of the new shots offered. Alcohol right now is a pleasant taste and a tingle in his throat with no lasting consequence and he takes the apple shot without much thought, downing it in one gulp.
Too late, he realises that whatever's in it was designed by a trickier mind than his. Too late, he realises that his mind has been altered somehow - for he's already fixed his eyes on someone and he wants.
He scoops one of the shots off of the tray and makes his way over, his newly-grown heels tapping sharply as he slinks to close the gap. Ethics have no meaning any more - he's already been defeated and thus has already justified inflicting this curse upon another.
He leans in with a charming smile, pitching his voice above the music ]
Try this, it's delicious.
[ He holds out the shot to his target. Perhaps it's apple or perhaps he grabbed the cinnamon by mistake - either way he intends to take his target to the nearest dark corner as soon as they're as intoxicated as him ]