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May. 22nd, 2012 08:31 pmrecluserose[Well, things never go as planned do they?
Amelia is in somewhat of a bind. Well, almost a literal bind. A trip to a colleague's (who happened to be a wizard who specialized in magical plants and potions) has lead up to these events:
1) Her being a murder witness to the poor guy at the hands of a few werewolves. Blood and fur everywhere. Wizards and witches may be powerful, but even physical brute strength can get the best of them.
2) Being overcome by said brute strength despite her fighting back and trapped in the house by a magical vine cage that neutralized her magic.
3) Now being watched by at least three werewolves while five more are outside thinking of a plan to deal with the Emerald Witch and the notes that they took from the dead wizard.
This was all very troubling. Amelia sits on a stool, arms crossed and tapping her foot. The werewolves guarding her give off a low growl (they looked mostly human, but since there was no one normal around their animal claws, eyes, fur, and tails were quite visible).
They look... hungry. Amelia raises a brow.]
Now, don't give me that look. If I'm going to get a scratch on me, it's not going to be from any of you.
Don't be smart with us witch! We get to choose what to do with you once our business is done!
[Suddenly on a table nearby, the cellphone they took from Amelia is vibrating. The werewolves blink and Amelia stands up as if trying to see who's making the call. Of course one of the guards looks at it and answers the phone instead.]
Wrong number.
Amelia is in somewhat of a bind. Well, almost a literal bind. A trip to a colleague's (who happened to be a wizard who specialized in magical plants and potions) has lead up to these events:
1) Her being a murder witness to the poor guy at the hands of a few werewolves. Blood and fur everywhere. Wizards and witches may be powerful, but even physical brute strength can get the best of them.
2) Being overcome by said brute strength despite her fighting back and trapped in the house by a magical vine cage that neutralized her magic.
3) Now being watched by at least three werewolves while five more are outside thinking of a plan to deal with the Emerald Witch and the notes that they took from the dead wizard.
This was all very troubling. Amelia sits on a stool, arms crossed and tapping her foot. The werewolves guarding her give off a low growl (they looked mostly human, but since there was no one normal around their animal claws, eyes, fur, and tails were quite visible).
They look... hungry. Amelia raises a brow.]
Now, don't give me that look. If I'm going to get a scratch on me, it's not going to be from any of you.
Don't be smart with us witch! We get to choose what to do with you once our business is done!
[Suddenly on a table nearby, the cellphone they took from Amelia is vibrating. The werewolves blink and Amelia stands up as if trying to see who's making the call. Of course one of the guards looks at it and answers the phone instead.]
Wrong number.
