[u]Phrenesis[/u]

Phrenesis was tired, so very very tired. This morning marked the second consecutive day of attempting to bake something, anything that looked even remotely edible. Despite the detailed and thorough knowledge that the woman possessed and the constant stream of questions he had asked the baker, he had still failed miserably to make even a single thing. He could feel how exhausted her body was, as he lay on the floor of the kitchen, still covered in countless different bits of ingredients. He had not stopped to rest, seeing as how it wasn’t necessary when he was possessing a creature, though the physical body was now showing some mild effects, dark bags under the somewhat bloodshot eyes and a slightly paler appearance amongst them. He had refrained himself from using his magic to alter the woman’s appearance in any way, seeing as he wanted to remain as discreet as possible when the time came, and the usual horns or claws that he opted for didn’t exactly ooze subtlety. 

The numerous counters were covered in his failed experiments, mostly burnt and horrifically deformed pastries of all kinds. There were buns that looked like they’d spent a few months floating in lava, cakes that looked like they’d been trampled by horses and the pies… well he didn’t want to think what the pies looked like, but it definitely wasn’t good. 

Standing the woman rolled up her sleeves once more before taking one deep and calming breath before she walked gracefully and calmly over to where she had put the gear that Phrenesis usually carried around when he was possessing someone. In one swift and flawless movement she pulled out the long gleaming blade from the dark scabbard, swinging the sword effortlessly through the air, giving it a few twirls to become better accustomed to the weight as this foolish baker’s daughter. Standing perfectly still for a moment she once more took a long calming breath before she suddenly and with all the aggression that had pent up within her began to scream and shout at the top of her voice, slashing the sword left and right, destroying the abysmal pastries, the counters, and pretty much anything else that found itself in the way of her rampage. 

Several minutes later she was slumped against a wall in the now thoroughly destroyed kitchen, breathing heavily with a satisfied smile covering her face. It hadn’t been her intention to damage the baker’s shop so badly, but the red mist had descended and Phrenesis just couldn’t help himself. Looking around the woman furrowed her brow, it seemed it may now be much more difficult for her to make anything now that the kitchen was in this state. Still holding the sword she stood once more thinking idly as she did so.

“Ah damn be to this!” she shouted before moving with determination towards the hatch that led into the cellar whilst yelling “Baker! I need you again!” 

Phrenesis had initially wanted to complete the plan with as little outside assistance as possible, but it seemed now he would just have to force the baker to make the pastries for him. [i]‘So be it’[/i] he thought savagely.