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[IamanElfCollaborator]

And right behind Ether, there's a feast on a cart.

[spümpkin]

And right behind Ether, there's a feast on a cart.

He pays no mind to it, not needing to eat and all. ((Unless there is live things on the cart.))

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Jana is a mite too busy eating, if carefully, to really notice anything else at this point.

[Happy Demon]

[Trude]
(Un)Common Room

"No, I have taken it, so I must eat it. It is custom."
I have to eat strange food eventually, so the sooner the better.
Trude starts with the soup, but then she stops, and goes back to the trolley.
I forgot to get a spoon.
She takes a spoon, and then returns. Then she starts eating the soup.
Tastes good, but it is onion, so it is okay. A bit excessive on the onion though, soup should not crunch this much.

[ragnarok97071]

"... Alright, I warned you though."

... He'd been told to go all out, and the instructor seemed quite sure they could handle it. And if that box is what she says, at least as he is right now if nothing else it could hold him until he calmed the hell down.

So he goes all out.

The spiral mark on his forehead begins to glow faintly as it spreads over his skin, then even over his eyes and other such places, until there's no part of him that isn't covered by spirals within spirals, chaotic and shifting, the mere Presence of so much malice like the weight of the earth itself pressing down all around him. If the building wasn't what it was, it'd likely begin to take damage, and the effects are likely limited to this room.

He roars, a sound of pure hate and rage, a nimbus of power beginning to build up around his hands and arms, black and red energy flowing through the spiral markings and into the palms of his hands, which glow like hell itself. He claps them together, and a sound like thunder reverberates throughout the room. Just before the attack itself is launched, Pandora would have a sudden feeling, as if every instinct she had was suddenly screaming at her to run, as far and as fast as she can, because whatever coming was more terrible than she could possibly imagine.

There is no sound when he thrusts them forward, unleashing an overwhelming wave of Malice toward Pandora. Only hate, only rage. The Malice sucks in air, loose objects, even seemingly space itself as it explodes outward, distortions forming all around it in both the physical and spiritual planes.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"If you insist."

[~Neri]

[Trude]
(Un)Common Room

Well, 3 of them are meat, so it's okay... but it would be rude. Midgard customs is such a pain.
Trude takes some of all 5, along with a knife and fork. Then she goes to a table, but sits some distance away from Larissa and Jana.

[Kumo]
Infirmary

"B-but, that's... imposs, ible."

"Magic is also impossible. Yet you're quite capable of pulling blue fireballs out of nowhere."

[Sanure]

"That is unfortunate." Pandora's Box is glowing a bright Vivid Purplish Red. And Suddenly, The Intent to kill, The Malice in the room was gone. As was Torimus, "So you decided that the Room wouldn't be able to handle the impact? How considerate. of you." The Box begins to darken, the glow subsiding. Pandora picks it up and sets it on a chair, pulling another over and sitting in it.

Torimus, if he were to notice, would find himself in a room of black, his very form a cloud of Malice. The box, having place many restrictions on him, has robbed him of any control over his physical form. Eventually, A stone room surrounds him, and a door appears on one side of the room.

[ragnarok97071]

Quite a situation!

Unfortunately, Malice isn't physcial unless controlled and focused, so... doing things is out of the question. On the other hand, without a physical body to be corrupted, he's not berserk anymore... good?

So basically he just tries to force the Malice to compress itself into a body.

Probably for a very long time.

[Happy Demon]

[Trude]
(Un)Common Room

Trude finishes the soup.
Too, much, onion. It feels so wierd.
Trude takes a piece of barbequed rib, and eats it.
Yikes, spicy. Maybe the... puttynazi would help.
Trude starts eating the puttanesca, cutting it into pieces, and scooping them on her fork.

[Kumo]
Infirmary

"S-sorry."

[~Neri]

[Trude]
(Un)Common Room

Trude finishes the soup.
Too, much, onion. It feels so wierd.
Trude takes a piece of barbequed rib, and eats it.
Yikes, spicy. Maybe the... puttynazi would help.
Trude starts eating the puttanesca, cutting it into pieces, and scooping them on her fork.

[Kumo]
Infirmary

"S-sorry."

"Not something to apologize about~"

[Twinwolf]

Tessa returns to the (un)common room. She opens her mouth to question the food, then closes it again as the smell reaches her nose. She takes a bit of everything.

[Happy Demon]

[Kumo]
Infirmary

"S-sorry... for, being... wrong."

[~Neri]

"You don't need to apologize."

Akia is mentally facepalming that Kumo's getting back into this logic loop.

[Happy Demon]

[Kumo]
Infirmary

"Sorry."
Kumo's stomach grumbles.