The shadow figures converge into Laithelryn, wreathed in the purple light of fading magic.
"I do not believe you, you would not fall so easily! What are you playing at? What treachery is it this time?"
Laithelryn looks around cautiously, ready to try to disintegrate any enemies that might appear.
edited 19th Jun '15 5:29:11 AM by Laithelryn
LAITHELRYN.
THE WORLD IS NO LONGER SAFE FROM DARKNESS.
SAFE FROM ME.
NOW, IT WILL FACE A PERMANENT FATE. IT IS NOW CONDEMNED TO THE SHADOWS.
FOREVER.
Reality screams out in pain as an endless void tears into the ground, creating a spatial crater. Out of it, a massive and demonic form of Pastry Person composed of black flames rises.
ENDEAVOR.
edited 19th Jun '15 5:29:51 AM by PastryPerson
"Why should I care what happens to this world? I have my own principality to retreat to. I am curious though, just what are you‽"
Laithelryn casts minor scrying spells on PastyPerson, probing their mind to try to discern their true nature.
I am sorry, did I act too powerfully? I was planning on being defeated soon! I am terribly with pacing things like this! Sorry! I am really sorry!!
edited 19th Jun '15 5:38:49 AM by Laithelryn
"How clever, you will find that my spirit is not so easily bound however. Nevertheless I can see that I am quite hopelessly outmatched here. I do hope we meet again, when circumstance favours me, perhaps within my realm. Farewell, for now."
Laithelryn curiously watches the bolt of lightning as it streaks downwards. Laithelryn fades away as it strikes. The Entity of Pastry can sense a hidden realm for just a second, learning it's location.
edited 19th Jun '15 5:41:09 AM by Laithelryn
Hopey, are are aware that it is currently 7.40 for me, yes? Yesterday, you were an hour off when posting times. I am 8 hours behind you, not 9 lol
I have to return some videotapes. My WallYes, of course. I just wanted to make sure you knew so you didn't call me an hour early. Or late. Or whenever lol UNEXPECTEDLY
omg I just thought. If we filmed one of us talking, it could be like a really, really, really shitty version of that late night show you guys have. That phone sex show. I don't remember what it's called.
edited 19th Jun '15 7:49:58 AM by death_vlk
I have to return some videotapes. My Wall

PastyPerson's hand passes into 'Laithelryn's' head. A disembodied voice is heard.
"Surely you did not think it would be quite so easy did you?"
The figure of Laithelryn grows less solid as it splits into many such beings, each conjures an incorporeal blade glowing with soft and extremely ominous silver light.
"The bite of these blades is quite deadly to one's soul, I hope you are prepared to meet your fate, entity."
The figures leap towards PastryPerson, dark grey robes a flutter, intent on slicing him with their outermost blades.