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*has been busy taking stock of His various resources and Plotting^TM*

*finally manifests to the casino and unobtrusively takes a seat next to a certain Maia of His acquaintance*

*lights two cigars and passes one over without prelude* How are the hands?

*skitters over a city wall after sundown and heads to the shopping district*

*has Vána's Day gifts to acquire!*

*maybe a nice gift basket for Ungoliant, with tasty squirming morsels and some extra-shiny garnishing?* *can even spin her own gift-wrap, huzzah*

*thinks an album of naughty pornographic pictures of herself will do perfectly for Melkor* *with her stinger showing and everything, oh my!* :D

*stands in front of a mirror, checking out his new scars, pleased with the effect* *tattoos are for wimps*

*is not quite so pleased about the state of his hands, however*

*gets dressed (with help) and considers his options as he leaves Angband and heads into Tirion*

*makes his way to a remote section in the park that just happens to be not far from the palace of a certain Sindar former king*

*settles down on a bench and bends his thoughts toward a tree-hugging Maia of his acquaintance and waits*

*has been re-acquainting Himself with the joys of having a fana*

*recalls that He made certain plans during His occupation of the Narfian brat's hröa, though*

*vanishes from Angband one morning and is absent for most of the day*

*quietly re-manifests in Gimilzôr's casino later in the evening*

*lurks in the shadows, lighting a cigar and watching him with a definite predatory air*

*leaves the Palace and manifests in His throne room at Angband*

*inhales deeply, stretching His new body and savoring the moment*

*casts His Music out in a wide net and broadcasts to include all minions, lackeys, children, grandchildren, accountants and janitors*

DADDY. IS. BACK. >:D

*breaks out of the house (as is his wont) and decides to be proper paternal-like and brave the frightening, frightening hoards of post-Manwëmas shoppers in order to buy clothes and other necessaries for his daughter*

*after a fraught morning, goes to the park and sits down on a bench to smoke a cigarette*

*watches from a short distance away while his tower completely disintegrates* >_<



OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.



*sigh*

*wakes up sometime in the wee hours with Amarië curled in beside Him, smiling in her sleep*

*score yet another minor atrocity for Himself, huzzah* >:D

*feels somewhat nauseous, though, when He considers how sickeningly nice He had to be during that whole episode* *most boring sex evar* XP

*is definitely in the mood for some evil company and bloodshed*

*gets dressed and sneaks out of the room, leaving the Palace entirely*

*heads for Súro's tower*

ETA: *drops the unfortunate Vanya in the snow and leaves the scene quickly and quietly, wiping the blood from His blade and tucking it away*

*ducks under an awning as a brilliant white light flares to life overhead, accompanied by a chilling shockwave in the Music* O.o

*waits a few minutes, then warily makes His way toward His original destination*