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Infinite Consortium, Monday
Monday, September 15th, 2025 02:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathsmajestyLiliana looked at the packing slip in her hand, and then down at the artifact in the crate, then back to her hand. Her packing slip stated state Bear-Trap, One (1): Condition - Used. Inside the crate was, in fact, Bear-Trap, One (1): Condition - Used, but she was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to be growling. But, she was pretty sure that was a growling noise she'd heard and that it was coming from the crate. Visually, however, the trap just sat there on the bottom of the crate, yawning wide, waiting for her to come pick it up. "Mmmhmm. I wasn't born yesterday." She could feel the black mana radiating from it, accompanied by a kind of lurking malevolence.
On the (incredibly unlikely) chance she was wrong, she went and fetched the pushbroom from the utilities closet, lowering the handle towards the center of the trap. The tip hadn't even poked the plate before the trap was snapping shut again, over and over until she was able to whack it against the side of the crate hard enough to make it let go. Ruse destroyed, the trap sat there gnashed its metal teeth at her, promising violence.
"An ambush chair is amusing, an ambush bear trap, less so," Liliana informed it. "So no, I don't think so." The clanging started in earnest as she replaced the top on the crate and retreated to her desk to figure out what to do with it. It wasn't a creature, so she couldn't kill it, and she couldn't disenchant the damn thing. That was white mana. "Of all the days to not be my younger self," she muttered, ignoring the muffled clanging from the crate.
Right, she was going to reply to the text from Nikodemus asking a few more clarifying questions about the Chain Veil...and also asking if he wanted an enchanted, semi-sentient, murderous bear trap. Who knew? Maybe he would!
On the (incredibly unlikely) chance she was wrong, she went and fetched the pushbroom from the utilities closet, lowering the handle towards the center of the trap. The tip hadn't even poked the plate before the trap was snapping shut again, over and over until she was able to whack it against the side of the crate hard enough to make it let go. Ruse destroyed, the trap sat there gnashed its metal teeth at her, promising violence.
"An ambush chair is amusing, an ambush bear trap, less so," Liliana informed it. "So no, I don't think so." The clanging started in earnest as she replaced the top on the crate and retreated to her desk to figure out what to do with it. It wasn't a creature, so she couldn't kill it, and she couldn't disenchant the damn thing. That was white mana. "Of all the days to not be my younger self," she muttered, ignoring the muffled clanging from the crate.
Right, she was going to reply to the text from Nikodemus asking a few more clarifying questions about the Chain Veil...and also asking if he wanted an enchanted, semi-sentient, murderous bear trap. Who knew? Maybe he would!