the darkness will rise from the deep and carry you down into sleep

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana is in black. Evil witches wear black. It's a thing. She stands in the forest, and with the magic spells she learned from Eithan, she is systematically destroying the trees, grass, and flowers.]

[Why? Because she is a witch. Because she wants to see it burn.

Because she fears that a witch can be nothing but corrupted.]

[Oh, and as a warning, her destructive streak does not apply solely to scenery. Let the powerless beware: she doesn't mind taking lives.]

[ooc: Morgana's consequence for eating candy is to become the corrupt, evil, destructive witch that Uther insisted came from all magic. She won't necessarily kill everyone who comes to talk to her, but if you want the thread to come to that (or violence and fighting) it most certainly can. Always Chaotic Evil Witches are all for it.]

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[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[A flower crumples into ash by his cheek as the hot wind from the fire swirls around a soldier. It isn't the first time Asch has seen a life burn, and it won't be the last. He lifts his head and steps further into the forest to see if he can find the source, only to find--

He knows this woman. There's no doubting, that's Morgana. It could be an alternate one but what's the point? She's destroying the Plane.

He has no obligation to stop anyone from doing that, except this is one of his favorite spots, and of course he has an obligation to stop Morgana. To help her control her magic. He won't say that, or even admit it to himself, but his actions speak louder than he ever could.

He murmurs an incantation. The area is suddenly showered in ice, making steam-- and it avoids Morgana for now.]

What are you doing?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[The witch's eyes swerve to the soldier. They are too cold to be Morgana's in true. Her smile is not joyful or liberated, not blissfully cruel but filled with some nihilistic self-abandon. Destruction for destruction's sake because destruction is all magic knows.]

Practising, Asch. Your breathing techniques proved something of a bore so I thought I'd try something else.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

They're supposed to help you control your magic, not destroy everything!

[He doesn't like that look. He doesn't like her body language, and he doesn't like her tone. He steps forward and tries to take her wrists.]

What the hell is wrong with you?!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She steps back and her expression turns into a scowl.] It isn't your concern.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[He gestures to the burning forest.]

You made it my concern.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana rolls her eyes and waves a hand, intending on using the percussive force to toss Asch back. Probably into a lake.]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Shit, that's not like any kind of fonic arte he knows. He's easily picked up and thrown into a pond, and it takes him a moment to right himself, sputtering and soaked and looking rather pathetic.

What is his life.]

Morgana!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[What is facing Asch when he drags out of the lake, though, is a statue of him. One might even call it a replica. It has blank eyes, a vacant smile. The features are not identical but so similar as to be--uncanny. And it is watching him. It is always watching him.]

[Even Morgana thinks that is pretty disturbing, and she is hesitating on moving forwards.]