Watching the scene in front of her, Medeia could not help but smile slightly. She had come across this bunch of lazy castle cleaners, sleeping on the job and with a casual wave of her hand, the witch had turned each and every one of them into a toad, resulting in the chorus of croaking that filled her ears now. Her spell would not last too long but enough to teach the morons in front of her a lesson. For now, all they could do was hop around in fear, having no clue as to what was going on, their eyes almost bulging out of their heads, well, more than toads eyes normally did. The witch was not in the greatest mood and so the chance to cause a little disruption was one that she had leapt upon although in truth, she would rather take out her frustrations in a far more personal manner. Yet, that seemed not to be an option at the moment. She had not seen much of Jennifer lately and even her always dirty minded maid had been busy performing her guild duties, leaving Medeia to feel rather restless and isolated. Perhaps she would go out hunting later, in the hopes of finding someone to have a little fun with.
“Stop croaking and listen to me,” she uttered in annoyance at the reptiles, folding her arms across her chest, her voice as cold as ice. “This is your own fault for not doing your jobs and if I find any of you sleeping instead of working again then you will find yourselves sleeping permanently. Am I understood?”
The frogs would briefly look towards one another before answering with one loud and harmonious croak. Somehow, Medeia doubted that they would ever learn. They seemed to have the IQ of a potato and the brain capacity of a potted plant, not that it surprised her. Humanity in general was rather stupid and self destructive and the angel wondered on occasion if perhaps it would be better if she ruled herself but those thoughts never lasted long. She had no desire for thrones and titles. No, her desires were far more personal in nature.
“Go on then, get to it,” Medeia would then say, watching with amusement as the frogs desperately tried to clean the guild entrance with their tongues, only making things worse. It was a bizarre scenario for sure but she was in the mood for being vindictive and her eyes never left them as they got on with their hopeless tasks. “You idiots!” She would add after a few moments, “You are making the walls sticky! Do it properly!” In blind terror, the frogs would desperately start to panic and head for the entrance, much to the mage’s annoyance, resulting in her hurling a ball of liquid gold at the group, turning them into golden statues. A fitting fate for them, she mused to herself, as she glanced down at the now metal coated frogs, a slight smirk crossing her features at that moment.
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“Stop croaking and listen to me,” she uttered in annoyance at the reptiles, folding her arms across her chest, her voice as cold as ice. “This is your own fault for not doing your jobs and if I find any of you sleeping instead of working again then you will find yourselves sleeping permanently. Am I understood?”
The frogs would briefly look towards one another before answering with one loud and harmonious croak. Somehow, Medeia doubted that they would ever learn. They seemed to have the IQ of a potato and the brain capacity of a potted plant, not that it surprised her. Humanity in general was rather stupid and self destructive and the angel wondered on occasion if perhaps it would be better if she ruled herself but those thoughts never lasted long. She had no desire for thrones and titles. No, her desires were far more personal in nature.
“Go on then, get to it,” Medeia would then say, watching with amusement as the frogs desperately tried to clean the guild entrance with their tongues, only making things worse. It was a bizarre scenario for sure but she was in the mood for being vindictive and her eyes never left them as they got on with their hopeless tasks. “You idiots!” She would add after a few moments, “You are making the walls sticky! Do it properly!” In blind terror, the frogs would desperately start to panic and head for the entrance, much to the mage’s annoyance, resulting in her hurling a ball of liquid gold at the group, turning them into golden statues. A fitting fate for them, she mused to herself, as she glanced down at the now metal coated frogs, a slight smirk crossing her features at that moment.
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