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?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[clearly this is the Plane and stuff. But, he has to save Morgana, even if it's from herself. He approaches her cautiously.]

Morgana.

[sosweet]

[At the sole view of the destroyed forrest, Saga can't help but frown at the mess. He really liked the forrest because it was the most peaceful place in the Astral Plane.

With every step the Gemini takes, he senses that familiar but corrupted energy... and something inside his heart is pressing more and more... until he stops death behind the person in black.]

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

[ She can tell something's wrong. She can't pinpoint just what. Her sense isn't that great when it comes to things that aren't related to the Puella-- but seeing Morgana like this hardly required sensing at all. ]

What's-- what's wrong?

[lamb_of_gold]

[No. Not the forest. Mu can do nothing but stand with some mix of horror and awe at the sight, though it doesn't take his brain long to soft-reset, and in a flash he's grabbing for her wrist. When he speaks, his voice is like ice.]

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.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Hello, my lord. [All the sarcasm and mocking has been shifted when Morgana curtseys for her king.] Is there something you need of me? You have but to ask and it is yours.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[he looks around, unsure what the hell is going on. She was just setting fire to the forest, right? The forest itself seems to prove that story, but...maybe it was all ready on fire and she was just somehow there? And now she's...he doesn't know.]

You should get away from there, you might get hurt.

[torturesbirds.livejournal.com]

[Nyx stops, going still as the night between the stars. She watches the power burn through things, and she watches the one wielding the power. And she does nothing. Simply observes.]

[There is a twisted nature to the power being wielded, but she has seen other twisted magicians before. It could simply be inherent in the other woman. A thread of madness infecting the mind, or a taint on the soul, it matters little to Nyx, because ultimately she does not care. The other woman wields a strong force of magic, something unfamiliar and raw and yet familiar as magic.]

[That is all she wishes to observe, the threads of magic as the other sorceress weaves them from potential into reality. From nothing into destruction. A very basic, simple act of brute force. Yet exceedingly effective.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She senses his presence. She doesn't know the power of him but she knows there is a person. Morgana lowers her hand, waits a moment. Then turns to smile.] Hello, Saga.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Why should anything be wrong? I'm just having a little fun. [She is like another person, vicious because vicious is all she can be. She stops, though, to speak to Mami.]

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

This isn't fun. This is carnage.

[punkblaze]

[Eithan is horrified. He recognizes those spells. Those are the spells he gave to her. And now she's... no. No, this can't be right, something must be horribly wrong. Oh dear Goddess, let this just be a misunderstanding...]

Hey. That's a lot of fire power you've got goin'.

[oliverplus]

[hearing the noise, Oliver approaches cautiously. when he sees who is the cause, however, he stops in his tracks, gaping]

Morgana!? [he takes a few uncertain steps toward her. he hasn’t caught her gaze yet, but he’s trying to, hoping for a clue of what’s going on--though considering the expression on her face, he’s also afraid of what he might feel] Morgana, what’s happened?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Practicing, teacher. [But Morgana wears a scowl and she blasts fire into Mu's face to free her wrist.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He gets a Crystal Wall up in time to protect his face, but he he did have to dance away, and there's the distinct smell of burnt hair now permeating the area.]

Tch. I would have taken no student this foolish!

[He makes another move to restrain her without actually hurting her.]

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[sosweet]

[When she turns, shock takes over him and his heart finally wrecks.

'No... This cannot be happening... Morgana...']

[sosweet]

[With a bit of wariness, Saga approaches her but keeps a little distance. His voice, a hint of pure sadness... his gaze...]

My Queen... what have you done?...

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

[Although Gwen was powerless, the figure standing in the heart of the fire was Morgana. Her mistress and her dearest friend. She was wary - though she'd been able to visit it for months now, the Plane was so changeable and so dangerous that it would always be unfamiliar territory - but she didn't hesitate.]

... Morgana?

[She coughed as she stepped through a cloud of smoke, but pressed forward just the same.]

Morgana, what are you doing?

[She hadn't stepped away from the flames and she hadn't made any attempt to stop their spread. But surely she wouldn't have started it?]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Nyx is here for quite a show; not content with Eithan's spells, she plays with other forces of magic. When she lifts a hand, she can launch trees back with hidden concussive force. She has learned, too, how to create explosions and bursts a field of flowers into a rain of petals.

But fire is her favourite, and it is something she has little will to stop it.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Thanks to you. [In all this fire, where is Morgana's warmth? The friendly kindness she felt for Eithan is gone, and she doesn't even mourn it.] Your books gave me a good place to start from.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[They turn, and she doesn't meet his eyes--and then, very deliberately, she does. She knows what he can do. Let him. Let him feel the anger and the betrayal, the lovelessness, the cruelty. Let her feel the mindlessness of wrath. Morgana contra mundum. Destruction and nothing but destruction.]

Nothing has happened, Oliver, except that I have woken up.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Was Gwen so sure? Morgana lifted a hand, and the fire moved aside as if by some great wind to give Gwen clear passage to her mistress. But Morgana did not have a welcome smile. It was a mask more than anything. It wasn't Morgana, and all the love that so often filled her face was so conspicuously absent that if there was anything at all it was dwarfed by the greatness of what wasn't there.]

Practicing. Magic. Does that frighten you?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Get hurt? No, my lord. If anyone may come to harm, it will be you. Perhaps you'd best run away to play with your knights.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana pays no mind to it. She feels nothing for Saga and nothing for his suffering. Magic corrupts and witches are heartless. Right, Uther?

Of course.]

They were only trees and plants and animals. They can be regrown if you must.