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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela is on the plane, not in her pajamas, but her Grand Diviner outfit, sans giganto crown. She has her staff and her supply bag, which she is filling up from a larger bag. She's loading up on things that appear to look like scales and coins and claws and pots filled with different oils. The look on her face is murderous, she looks more like she's packing artillery than preparing for any kind of trip. She's certainly not resting, like she should be, since she's still flushed with fever and starting to look a little pale on top of that. She's also muttering rather angrily to herself. ]

I saw him, I know I saw him, why they won't believe me...

(Experiment time! Just the beginning, though, there's a few more days before she goes totally batshit. Woo~)

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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

...Angie? You--what's wrong?

[contract_star]

Angela?

[lamb_of_gold]

You're hardly in a state to do much of anything, and I can see that at a glance. Why are you not abed?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela's still stuffing her supply bag. She grabs a fist full of magic walnuts from the larger bag. She's certainly not as perky as usual. ]

The Deathjester. He's in Altena.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She looks up, then is back to filling her supply bag. ] Hey.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

My family and my country are in danger. I can get well later.

[lamb_of_gold]

And you are the only one capable of defending it? I think not. Rest - you're no good to anyone dead.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

No one else sees him.

[lamb_of_gold]

...[Feels her forehead] I'm not surprised. You're fevered. Rest.

[contract_star]

What are you doing? I thought you were sick...

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She smacks his hand away. ] You have no idea what you're talking about.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I'll rest up later. I have something to take care of first.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Grabs her wrist with his other hand in an inhumanly strong - but not tight- grip] Angela.

[contract_star]

What is so important that you're ignoring your health for it?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Deathjester? [He grabs her by the shoulders, drawing her away from... the bag of nuts. Okaaay.] Look, easy, you're sick. Calm down.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She looks away. ] An old enemy. He's in the castle.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Let go of me.

[lamb_of_gold]

You are not well, and I will not release you until you agree to stop this.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela wriggles out of his grip. ] I'll rest when I've taken care of things. [ Little smile. ] I promise.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You want me to agree to let a monster kill my mother and my citizens. [ Frown. ] No.

[lamb_of_gold]

Nothing will happen if you rest here.

[contract_star]

What? Who?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You think I can rest while a creature like the Deathjester is prowling around my home?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

He's called the Deathjester. He went after Kevin's kingdom before, now he's after mine.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Grabbing her again.] No! If this guy's as serious as you're saying, taking him on sick--yeah, you got this place now, but it's not the same. You're gonna get yourself hurt or killed or something.