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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*

*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))

*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* >.>

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