Evelyn Mulciber (bestdefense) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-10 21:30:00 |
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WHO: Evelyn Mulciber and an intruder
WHAT: A wandering creature has found a new home
WHEN: January 9, 2018
WHERE: A series of caves in Kent
WARNINGS: Monsters?
"Ma'am?" The new assistant's shaky voice came tentatively over the intercom. "Mr Hobday is here with some … news …" Evelyn sighed. Good help was so hard to find these days. She wasn't sure she would even bother to learn this one's name; he clearly wouldn't be sticking around. "Let him in." Hobday, a contractor she'd hired because he was blunt, straight-forward, looked her in the eye and told her the truth, stepped through the door to her office, eyes down. "Madam Mulciber," he greeted. His voice quivered while Evelyn stared him down. "Yes?" The man cleared his throat. "As you know, we broke ground this week on the troll den down in Kent. I absolutely stand by our work and our location scouting. The cave system we found is ideal for troll housing, and we put some really creative magics into creating a kitchen down there where there really shouldn't be a kitchen, if I do say so myself. It's going to be very impressive." Evelyn's gaze didn't waver as the man's nervous footing moved him about the office. "But?" "But we've encountered … an obstacle." "What sort of obstacle?" An exaggerated grimace crossed the man's features. "Well…" The wizards and witches of the construction crew, as well as two or three trained trolls, stood outside the cave. For every wary step toward the mouth, the collective others took two fearful steps back. Cowards. Evelyn would have to deal with this herself, as she always did. "Madam Mulciber!" a voice called after her as she pushed through the crowd. "You can't—" "Watch me." She strode through a series of caverns until she found her quarry. What was intended to be a common living room for her security trolls' new, state-of-the-art cave barracks, had instead been taken over by a grotesque and otherworldly creature. An otherworldy creature that was making itself quite at home, by the looks of it. It was, to put things mildly, much larger than she expected. And much more tentacle-y. Apparently, that fool Diggle wasn't lying after all. How irritating. "You're on my property," she told it. It squirmed, seemingly unbothered. "You'll need to vacate the premise and go back where you came from, or I will remove you myself." Another blasé squirm. "Well," she said. Her wand lit as she raised it toward the creature. "You asked for it." Some time later, Evelyn Mulciber emerged, limping, from the mouth of the cave. Her perfectly-tailored white pantsuit was stained with cave muck. Three large, severed suction cups adorned her right shoulder. A small cut just above her eyebrow continued to bleed. The witches, wizards, and trolls shifted uncomfortably until, finally, Hobday spoke for the group. "Ma'am? Did you … get it?" She glared at him, still panting for breath. "Find me a new cave." |