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*reappears in the stronghold with absolutely no warning, as usual, and drops a whole load of luggage and shopping bags on the floor*

MIIINIONS, I'M HOOO-OOOOME!

*continues, remarkably cheerful* Súro! Out of My throne, NOW. *barely glances at the new addition* Dru, Glu Glaurung, 'Gwethil, come get your souvenirs. Kitten, if I were you I'd get out of My sight while I still had legs. Moriel, darling, where's the fucking Welcome Home banner?

And where's My boy? FANKIL! COME TO DADDY! HE HAS PRESENTS!

*is seriously, majorly depressed PISSED OFF* ;_; >:|

*has spent the past two days eating His emotions, mmm Elf crackle venting His fury on any available target and trying to get the stink out of the fortress*

*finds the binging torture just isn't doing the trick* :/

*contacts His lieutenant* Súro, I'm taking off for some Me time. You're in charge, et cetera et cetera. Build whatever you want in the meantime, Angband's getting too comfy-cozy-looking to be Evil. And for fuck's sake, be a good Maia and don't let the place fall down in My absence!

*vanishes*

*flinches eversoslightly and decides that now would be a very good time to make a trip into town* *would rather find a whipping boy of his own than be one for a change*

*café, usual table, yadda yadda*

*has been keeping his head down throughout the fucking huge-ass storm* *in fact, is lurking waaay down in the bowels of Angband (along with every other minion not specifically on duty at the moment)* >.>

*picks up on a great deal of concentrated anger from somewhere above, especially when the star-fucker pops down for a migraine-inducing runaround* >.<

*listens to the relative silence afterward, wondering if it's safe(ish) to come out...?*

*flinches and cowers as a deafening roar of outrage, both audible and (intensely, painfully) Musical, tears through the fortress*

*maybe not* :s

*heads out to the park a little after sundown with his Sekrit Vice^TM duffel bag in hand*

*glances around to make sure he's alone*

*sets the bag down and opens it, rummaging through the contents until he finds what he's looking for* *pulls out a fresh severed head*

>.>

<.<

>.>

*winds up and throws it as hard as he can*

*immediately takes off running after it, shifting to his wolf-shape halfway*

*jumps up and catches the head in his mouth*

*wheeee!* :D :D :D

*is holing up in Angband while his Master is off doing whatever job his Master has him doing* *doesn't know what that is, exactly, but caught a glimpse of some blueprints?*

*is prowling around the depths of the fortress when he picks up a fresh poultry scent* :D

*puts his nose to the floor and follows the scent until he comes upon what appears to be a large, ghastly laboratory*

*ooh! spots the poultry--a giant Eagle, to be exact*

*a giant, squalling, flapping Eagle with only one wing*

*has a sudden craving for barbecue sauce* :P~~

*watches this whole exchange from a nearby table up to the point of demanifestation, that is*

*has never seen his father look so... submissive*

*can't help feeling a little creeped out*

>:|


So. Does a person just walk up to Sauron and ask him to leave? Or would that be really stupid?