Angry Tea Party
This is an unfinished sketch of a scene from one of the funniest RP threads me and Druid have managed. Its even better cause it was one of those plots that just derailed itself and ran off in a completely different direction without an ounce of our consent and was all the more awesome for it in the end. Epic surly mage wars for the win.
Kel'Chathr belongs to CircuitDruid. Nova is mine.
A few minutes of fuming silence shattered randomly by the sharp clank of cups and plates being set down a mite too hard and one viciously gutted cake later a steaming cup of coffee and one plate of ill sliced cake were slammed down in front of Chathr. Job completed Nova sat in the chair opposite him wincing slightly in pain as he did the slip only adding to the murderous glare he pegged Chathr with over his own coffee mug. It was at this point that Kel’Inen walked purposefully into the room. “Chanter, have you...” he had to stop. The two glaring mages, the poor gutted cake, the spilled coffee mugs...He had just walked into the world's angriest tea party. “Errr, perhaps later” he said weakly, backing slowly out of the room.
