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( *shrieks at the top of his Vala-esque lungs* )

[EDIT] *blinks as the harmonic cage cringes and dissolves under the sheer force of the agonizing (but catchy) gibberish* *what? Totally knew that would happen* *ph33r the Power of goofy sing-a-longs: > than Harmony... > than Discord* *THEY WILL EAT YOUR BRAIN*

*demanifests to Angband*

*has the fangirls Súruli fairly well mesmerized by this time (and is working on the fanboys Manir guards as well, heh heh)*

*has inherited a certain amount of his Daddy's seductive charm (although it's more of the can't-look-away-trainwreck variety of fascination) after all*

*finds himself in a cell constructed of demanifestation/telepathy-proof Harmony* *SPIT*

*experiments with zapping it with small jolts of Discord and only succeeds in shocking himself* OW *...* *actually, finds that kind of ...stimulating* eheheheh.

...

*decides to shriek for a while*

HEY. I HAVE RIGHTS YOU KNOW. I WANT A LAWYER AND I WANT MY TELEPHONE TELEPATHY CALL. YOU CALL THIS A CELL? I ESCAPED FROM MANDOS AND I CAN ESCAPE FROM THIS DUMP TOO provided someone forgets to lock the door again. *etc., etc.*

*sits in her rocker out on the nursery balcony, dreaming lightly while Laurëanna nurses*

*is tired (those multiple night feedings take their toll), but otherwise? could be considered content*

*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

*senses a certain amount of malevolent frustration around the stronghold lately*

Tevvie? I suggest you hide for a while.






((Guess what! A new PB! Criss Angel))

*has mail from Shelob* >:?

*unwraps the package to find a plain-looking black binder with the inscription Happy Vána's Day, Lord Melkor on the front*

...

*against His better judgement, opens it*

( Censored for the reader's sanity )

*is feeling quite satisfied with life in general*

*leaves Súro to sleep it off and goes for a walkabout through Angband, good-naturedly terrorizing the lower-rung minions*

*slows to a halt as He thinks He feels a familiar strain of Music skulking nearby*

...

*demanifests to its location*

*has given up trying to figure out what Fankil is up to with his Mr. Nice Nutbar routine*

*just drinks his milk when it's given to him, and plays along with whatever silly games Fankil devises*

*figures if he keeps a low profile and stays on the nutbar's good side, he might eventually get a chance to escape* >.>

*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

*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*

*dumps the almost-a-corpse in the woods as instructed and returns to Angband to play with his kitty* :D

*is concerned for his eldest*

*really cannot think of any reason which might explain Findaráto's strange behavior* :?

*heads to his son's study at sundown, knowing from experience that Findaráto is most likely to be found there (buried in a stack of books, no doubt)*