Post by Mortimer Edison on Aug 17, 2008 8:13:25 GMT -5
Mort was pissed. Someone was moving in on his gig, and there was no doubt in his mind that this Ezra kid was behind it. It hadn't taken long for the stories to reach his ears. After all, this was major: Numerous deaths and missing people of various races and statures from all over the school.
It wasn't hard to connect the incidents to Ezra. That Cathy woman's brother-in-law, Sammii, who he had just met, had been complaining about an Ezra, and from the sound of things they were romantically connected. Until recently, at least.
When Mort finally met Sammii he was clearly upset, and when Ezra's name was mentioned everyone in the room grew silent. It may have been a bit of a stretch, but Mort found this to be enough information to suspect Ezra of the murders.
Suddenly a new brain wave hit, and Mort pondered for a few moments as a sly smirk crept onto his face. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Sure, if Ezra was as upset as Sammii it would be far easier to bring him back to the States, why would he do that when he could have so much fun over here in good old Germany?
The demon hummed happily to himself as he made his way along the ancient hallways and up several long stairways, two black suitcases in tow. He eventually found himself standing in front of what he assumed was the door to 'dorm five'. Quickly wiping the smirk from his face, he adopted a more shy and cautious personality, lightly knocked twice, then let himself into the room.
"Hello...?" No answer. Thank God, he thought to himself as relief flooded his face. He still had more time before he had to permanently change his personality, at least until after his business with Ezra was finished. He dragged his bags over to an unclaimed bed and dumped them upon it, then let out an exasperated sigh. Things were about to get complicated. Fun, definitely, but complicated. His scythe materialized in his hand, he squeezed it tightly, and then it faded back into the darkness.
He hoped they were ready for him.
It wasn't hard to connect the incidents to Ezra. That Cathy woman's brother-in-law, Sammii, who he had just met, had been complaining about an Ezra, and from the sound of things they were romantically connected. Until recently, at least.
When Mort finally met Sammii he was clearly upset, and when Ezra's name was mentioned everyone in the room grew silent. It may have been a bit of a stretch, but Mort found this to be enough information to suspect Ezra of the murders.
Suddenly a new brain wave hit, and Mort pondered for a few moments as a sly smirk crept onto his face. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Sure, if Ezra was as upset as Sammii it would be far easier to bring him back to the States, why would he do that when he could have so much fun over here in good old Germany?
The demon hummed happily to himself as he made his way along the ancient hallways and up several long stairways, two black suitcases in tow. He eventually found himself standing in front of what he assumed was the door to 'dorm five'. Quickly wiping the smirk from his face, he adopted a more shy and cautious personality, lightly knocked twice, then let himself into the room.
"Hello...?" No answer. Thank God, he thought to himself as relief flooded his face. He still had more time before he had to permanently change his personality, at least until after his business with Ezra was finished. He dragged his bags over to an unclaimed bed and dumped them upon it, then let out an exasperated sigh. Things were about to get complicated. Fun, definitely, but complicated. His scythe materialized in his hand, he squeezed it tightly, and then it faded back into the darkness.
He hoped they were ready for him.
