hismasterpiece: (it stands for knife)
Drusilla ([personal profile] hismasterpiece) wrote2012-09-14 11:14 am
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5. FEAST

[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]
quicktoanger: (Concern)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-10-02 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, good."

And without bothering to explain, I placed a hand on either side of her face, met her eyes- with no nagging threat of a soulgaze, thanks to her not having a soul- and murmured,

"Dorme. Dorme."

As I spoke, I laced my power into the words, willing her to sink into a dreamless sleep.
quicktoanger: (Considering)

AND WRAP.

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-10-09 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that had worked better than anticipated.

Fortunately, I already had anticipated this as a possible end-result for tonight, and also fortunately, she was light. Some well-applied rope and a loose veil held over us- I'm not that great at veils, but it was dark and fairly deserted out, so even the shoddy veil kept us hidden- and I was able to get her back home pretty quickly. The spare chair in my extra room and the ropes tying her to it were strong enough that I didn't think she'd be able to break them when she woke up, but I set a ward at the door just in case. I'd know if she opened the door.

Now for the research.