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[sub]Interacting with: [@Rune_Alchemist][@Man Jack Frost][/sub]

Oh, the Soggoth was still Talking. Still basically offering herself before her. Still making fun of her. Still not stopping. Oh she was in half the right mind to just burn the damned thing with fire. If she had any fire magic which sadly she didn't. So she was stuck with the little parasite. The humilating, little leech that was sticking to her foot. "Can you just not give me any service thanks? I mean you only latched on after I was made fun of. So I can't take anything you say as truthful. Come back to me next week. Next month. Next year... Never?" Liliana said tapping her foot as she was dragged away by the Dullahan before she could hear the soggoth's initial response.

*a few moments of eternity thinking about not trying to kill someone later*

She just stood silently listening to the Dullahan. She had given up talking. Even the Dullahan wanted her to change. She'll have her work on changing her lich attitude? Yea. Right. Okay and Hell will freeze over three times completely and she'll be a boy in the next 5 seconds... and nope. that didn't happen so the point is it wasn't ever going to happen. People just kept treading on her nerves today. She was this close- If one thinks about the gap between molecules. She was that close. That close to opening the tome she had stored in a relatively simple teleportation spell. Straight to Fire Magic. Burning everything and walking away.

Her face was almost looking slightly warped with an almost unnatural level of lucidity and anger. She had to get away from this. "Okay, I'll see what I can do." The Lich said simply and coldy without any niceness or reassurance that she'd do her best. She'd probably still do it anyway but the results would be a little tweaked if you will. A little bit more evil. Something that'll pop her head off if she does anything that makes the Lich's blood boil. Sounds funny enough. Funny. Humour. She wouldn't wish death on the dead after all. Shes not going that far. Though it's not like she won't make all of these peoples lives hell.

All of them.

All of them...

So with that sour thought in her head, her face mellowed out into one of false honey and sugar to hide her seething rage. just before the Dullahan was picking out a quest for them all. "The Mystery one? Sure, why not, probably the funnest one there. It's located at the docks? Good. I'll go on ahead then." The Lich said as she literally RAN. Ran like the wind to wear the quest would be located or at least she did until she was out of sight. At which point she resumed walking. 

She then began her ceremonious talking to herself. "Stupid, Dumb, Idiotic and Undeveloped Savages!" She yelled almost pulling out her hair from the amount of rage she was feeling. Even though it was mostly filtered by the phylactery. It was still a massive amount. She needed to chill. She needed to just go to her happy place... Her happy place... Her hand lightly moving with deft movements. The light scent of cinnamon could be smelt on the air as she cast her magic. A small shower of snowflakes manifesting over he head. As she kept walking. The snow flakes flickering down. Reminding her of a happier place. She wasn't gonna let her previous experience get her down...

She was gonna keep walking and just hope nobody catches up to her then that would just make more damage.
So she sat down. Right there. On the road to the docks. Alone but happy. She sat down. She had left her suitcase outside the guild. She'd just wait for the idiots to catch up. They would get this dumb quest over with. She can just pick a room for herself. Failing that she'd sleep at home and just walk it to the guild every day. 

She was just upset and mad and rather hurt okay. People didn't get it. People think shes desperate. People think... The one thing she hates the most. People thinking and making assumptions based on nothing. She sat down and start to draw in the soil... When she would be done she would have a lovely self portrait of what she thought she looked like prior to death... If only her right eye wasn't always so glassy after she damaged it that one time. Nobody was gonna heal that though. They would die so many times. Nobody touches her body parts and gets away with an intact soul and the ability to come back to life.

[h3]Nobody...[/h3]