5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.


Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

[/Action]

Comments

[voice]>[video]

[bloodybishie]

[Might as well tell her. In truth, she's already listening a lot better than most people have lately.]

See for yourself.

[It takes just a moment for him to switch the journal to video, before he pulls down the collar of his shirt ever so slightly. He knows that showing her his neck is not the best idea, but things have changed. It's flawed, marred by the thin scar that runs all the way around his throat at an angle. Difficult as it is to see normally, her eyes will pick up on it just fine even over video.]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

They chopped you. [She sounds very sympathetic.] My poor boy. They chopped you.


I shall gouge them!

[video]>[voice]

[bloodybishie]

I'd rather you didn't. It's not like they were the first person to attack me. Or even kill me, for that matter. I'm actually happy he[!] did so.

[voice]

[bloodwaif]

I am your sire. It is my duty, boy, to kill.......him.

[voice]

[bloodybishie]

You're not my anything anymore. Not that you ever really were...

You don't have any duty to kill anyone for my sake. So don't.

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

All I need is a name. If it is not given? I will endeavor to find out on my own.

[voice]

[bloodybishie]

Feel free. He and I are the only ones who really know what happened, and who was involved. I'm not going to sic you on him. [It's a good thing mental powers don't extend through the journals...]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

[A very good thing!]

I shall sic myself, then. It is the very least I can do.

[voice]

[bloodybishie]

[He takes a deep breath. Much as he'd like to stop her, it might be better to just not get involved. After all, if he ends up at her mercy again... Well, there won't be any mercy involved.]

Trust me, the least you could do is nothing. And the most you could do is get yourself killed. Don't try anything.