009 - action (open to all)
[He'd spent nearly a week back at home and he couldn't shake the crawling feeling running up and down his spine. He knew it didn't have anything to do with a certain Greek beauty because that sensation was entirely different. That felt more like a hand gripping the organs inside his chest, squeezing until he could barely get a breath out from his throat.
Annoying.
He tried to beat off both of them off by abusing his undead servants, concocting new potions in the lab, studying the mysterious disappearance of the mist, and even incredible long soaks in his huge bathtub. But nothing worked. His instincts were telling me that there was unfinished business back at the academy.
Something was... off.
So he gathered up a few more supplies then he could before (when the mist had shoved him out of his Kingdom), including some useful books and some Mamluks in enchanted capsules (should keep Aladdin entertained).
In a flash he returned and began setting up things back the way they were in both his room and his lab. The use of magic made him ache so he decided to relax by kicking his feet up in the Hoover common area in front of the roaring fireplace(and he turned the flames blue to give it more of a 'homey' feel), reading one of his ancient tomes with a plate of fruit on the table beside him. Anybody walking by that area would probably feel a cold chill down the back of their neck.
He's back~]
Annoying.
He tried to beat off both of them off by abusing his undead servants, concocting new potions in the lab, studying the mysterious disappearance of the mist, and even incredible long soaks in his huge bathtub. But nothing worked. His instincts were telling me that there was unfinished business back at the academy.
Something was... off.
So he gathered up a few more supplies then he could before (when the mist had shoved him out of his Kingdom), including some useful books and some Mamluks in enchanted capsules (should keep Aladdin entertained).
In a flash he returned and began setting up things back the way they were in both his room and his lab. The use of magic made him ache so he decided to relax by kicking his feet up in the Hoover common area in front of the roaring fireplace(and he turned the flames blue to give it more of a 'homey' feel), reading one of his ancient tomes with a plate of fruit on the table beside him. Anybody walking by that area would probably feel a cold chill down the back of their neck.
He's back~]