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He ran away and found a quest, something. Anything to distract him. It smelled good but tasted like... lavender? yes like the sweet smell of lavender smoke, drifting in the air.

The candle was lit, and he had come with more bruises and bumps than the normal day of flying about. He was being picked on again but it didn't matter, his mum was there. She was there the most often though she always insisted on doing her fair share of work.

He settled into her lap after she finished applying the bandages and settled still shaking slightly but that soon faded.

she sang him a lullaby, even though he was really too big for that and petted around his still growing horns. Just lumps of coal at that point. he relaxed and let her humm, humming slightly back in terrible pitch. It didn't matter, it was their moment, without words and without and of the rest of the world's troubles.


And as he laid listening he fell asleep.

It seemed as though many others had taken a bit out of the pile of macaroons.

So why not? He thought. Even if it made him change into something, like the rest of the desserts had done, he could always run back to the desserts and eat something else. So why not?

He leaned forward and nibbled on a light blue macaroon.

3: Regret

He was seated, staring down at the unconscious figure that lay in the bed in the hospital wing.

If one were to pass by, they would note that there was an uncanny resemblance between him and the boy that was asleep. Some might even double-take, because other than minor details, they almost looked exactly the same.

After all, it was his younger brother that was lying there. They were two of triplets, and he was the middle one. He was the older brother to Thackery and yet he could not protect him from the fate that had befallen his brother.

A hand reached out towards his brother's squeezing his lightly. He hadn't even known, he thought. He hadn't even realized his brother's disappearance until he had been summoned here, along with others that knew either his brother or the other students that lay on the other beds around them. He just desperately wished that he could turn back time and have been more alert. Maybe he could have stopped it.

He just couldn't shake the feeling that he could have stopped it. Because he was Thackery's older brother, and they had promised to always look out for one another. He had failed.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, tears brimming in his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."

The dessert might have been sweet, but the flashback nearly knocked him off his feet with its intensity, leaving him with a bitter, gutted feeling.

sweetm00n was still a little wary about eating things, after the maniac effects of the cakes and treats from the main quest. But hunger is as hunger does, and she selected a bit of macaron that looked promising. What it did however was completely destroy the inside of her mouth and taste buds with it's power. Gulping it down, she dropped onto her rear and blinked back the tears from the insanely intense flavor. When she had finished coughing, she moved to stand up again, but her head started to swim. "Oh -"

And suddenly she was back in her neighbor's house, smashing and trashing anything she could get her hands on, in a desparate to attempt to make a small break in their window look like a robbery. She had been so young that it had seemed a perfectly good idea, and the panic had agreed, and the -had- fallen for it in the end. It hadn't occurred to her at the time that perhaps one small smash in their window from a thrown ball wouldn't have been the end of the world, that they might have never linked it to her, even if it was. She hadn't stopped to think how much it would cost to repair all the other stuff she smashed and stole and threw in the creek down in the woods. She didn't even consider that they might be heirlooms, irreplaceable, all she was thinking about was that if it was tied to her, it would be the end. She would be ostracized, maybe even chased off the street by a mob with flaming pitchforks. And worst of all, the neighbours would think badly of her. She would be /disliked/. And that was something that she could not handle then, and still, truthfully, could not handle now.

might be good if i rolled >8\

Fox saw the Giant Macarons and already knew what he needed to do. Approaching them, he didn't even bother deciding which one he wanted by the colors, just the proximity. He knew the food here had weird effects, but he was honestly enjoying them.

This proved to be no different.

He had woken up with a small jolt. For no reason other than his body randomly jolting out of his deep slumber. His breathing was ragged, shallow. He was almost in a panic as he stared around the room, looking to see what the disturbance was. Only there was none, his pulse started to slowly go back into its sluggish state, and no longer in his throat.

He looked down, suddenly realizing there was someone else in the bed tonight. Sometimes there were, though usually he slept alone. It was sometimes friends who just decided to crash over for the night. Either way, he wasn't about to let the opportunity of a warm body to go. Reaching out, he scooted himself closer and rested his head behind their mass of black hair. They hadn't woken, so he would use this comfort of someone just being there and rest away his fears.

7. Rage

The ghoul decided that the macarons were probably closest to her tastes amongst the selection of treats and desserts laid out on the table. She approached the plate to find that 1. The macarons were Huge, and 2. they had already been eaten into.

....She could just take a bite of the uneaten parts.

The ghoul wasn't sure what had compelled her to choose the bright red macaron, and would regret doing so instantly. The macaron burned within her mouth, and she would find herself growing rather hot with.... rage.

There were very few times the ghoul found herself mad at something, but it was a particularly hot day at the beach during the horsemen trials that she would find herself rather annoyed with a certain flame demon who just never did seem to like her for some reason.

Whatever the reason was. It was not as though they couldn't share a few mutual friends....

[Quest Complete]
[+2 levels]
[+2 loot cards]

Everyone was a talking tree now and it was miserable. Knotted had hated the talking trees back in Tulgey Woods and that didn't change now that she was she was in the Mad Tea Party. If anything, she hated it more, considering she thought she was away from the damn talking trees now that she had moved to another zone.

Ugh.

Macarons, though. Perhaps those would override the talking trees that were al around her? It was certainly a thought, and she sat down to take a look at the macarons. At first, she looked for an untouched one, swinging the plate around, before realizing that they all appeared to have been at least touched before.

Well, that probably just meant all were fair game. Fair enough. With the colors untelling about anything that they might have done or tasted like, Knotted simply picked one up and tried it...

Hatred.

This macaron was red and tasted bitter. It was hot, too, triggering some of her spice senses and causing her eyes to water just a bit. The bitter taste of it was enough to make her shudder, bringing things to mind that were unpleasant and full of passion of a kind that was not so loving. This felt more like ... hatred. She knew this feeling well enough, having felt it plenty of times even recently in the last zone. This was a terrible taste, and a terrible sweet, and she was not sure why this even qualified as a sweet with the things it brought to her mind.

Hatred was something she felt so strongly when a friend of hers was taken away. By a boil, wasn't it? Yes, a boil had grabbed one of her closest friend's attentions, back at the all-ghouls school. Of course he had. None of them had a lot of experience with boils, and they were so distracting when they were allowed to experience them--or having them around, anyway. Knotted couldn't exactly blame her...

But she did.

Knotted was the most important person in their group, far more important than any upstart boil that was daring to step in and try and take their attentions. She watched, heart burning in her chest, as that boil came over and asked one of the ghouls she was hanging out with out.

While they were at the maul, hanging out themselves, at all places! Why would a boil think he could do such a thing, and why would her ghoul agree?! This was their time! It wasn't theirs. It was hers. It was hers and it was her friend's time to spend with her. Her blood was boiling. The cup she was holding in her hand crumpled. She opened her mouth to yell...

But she was held back.

"Sera, you need to calm down..."

Knotted came back to the present, eyes opening in surprise. ... Well... then. Carefully, she set the burning macaron down, deciding to vacate the area. Well, at least it had distracted her from the talking trees for now.