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.

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[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.

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Comments

[action]

[hismasterpiece]

[To some extent, she was anticipating that sort of thing. Dru can appreciate strong magical types. It does end up knocking her for a bit of a loop, and she flies back into a tree -- shaken, briefly, but ready to attack again.

This time, though, with hypnosis, if she can.]

Now that was a nasty thing to do to little old me! I'm really good and all kindness, lovey dovey. Look into my eyes. Can you see danger there? No. Only goodness.

[action]

[hisdarkmark]

[He remembers something Caroline told him about in terms of the vampires from his world. They would look into the eyes of their victims and use some type of magic to compel them. Hell, even in his own world it wasn't uncommon for people to look others right in the eye and control them. He might not realize what Drusilla is, but he's doing his best to keep his head ducked down.]

If there really was goodness, I shouldn't have to look for it. What are you really doing here?

[action]

[hismasterpiece]

Hunting.

[He was making this so difficult. Drusilla preferred using her powers to using physical force, but this time it seems he is leaving her little choice.]

I am hunting you. Now.