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[color=e3dac9][b]Time of Day[/b][/color] [i]Early Morning[/i]
[color=e3dac9][b]Location[/b][/color] [i]Dormitory Kitchens[/i]
[color=e3dac9][b]Interacting with[/b][/color] [i]None[/i][/center]

[color=#B89660]"You need more thyme,"[/color] came a voice, one none other could note, nor hear. Willow turned towards this peculiar specter, an individual whom had known him for the longest time. They were friends, indeed, but a relationship considered healthy might have been quite subjective. Would one delve into Willow's mind, a sense of confusion would surely come to wash over the enchanter in question. Is there another, living within the boy's skull? Indeed, a shade, a ghast or a reflection. Whichever title one would claim, the young sorcerer was surely less than sane, as therapists of the mind would put it. Indeed, they would keep a close eye on the boy, making sure that nothing snaps, so to speak, or rather, that fractured mind affected by a doe beyond Willow's might. Around these parts, many spoke with the language of fire and cinder, of the arcane and the dark arts. There was much to protect a student from, a novice. 

[b][color=e3dac9]"I don't need more thyme,"[/color][/b] Willow's sighed, turning his attention to the reflection of himself, a creature with the same height, the same scrawny frame, and the very same face. An arm came to be draped around Willow's shoulder, those large brown eyes meeting their very own mirror image. It would be a lie to say that the two weren't close, that they weren't the very best of friends, but Willow was no fool. He was well aware that this specter hailing from the dark corners of his mind was impulsive, chaotic and mischevious. Now, it would indeed be a fool's errand to stretch this into terms of 'evil' or maleficent. However, a devil on Willow's shoulder could perhaps be a good metaphor. Reaching for an ornate glass bottle, one with a label depicting olives, Willow uncorked the ingredient from pouring a stream of thick liquid into the soup. [b][color=e3dac9]"Olive oil, it needs olive oil."[/color][/b]

[color=B89660]"Holy shit, you put olive oil in literally everything, Willow!"[/color] The specter rolled his eyes before slipping back onto a chair. Of course, though the sorcerer could hear and even see the furniture move in tune with the shades motions, in another's eyes, the kitchen was undisturbed. Such was the power of an affected mind. There had been offers for an enchanter to delve into his psyche, to deal with this issue, as it was. Though, Willow vehemently denied the suggestion. He had named this ghast, this shadow of himself. He had named him Blackmore, after a mighty magician Willow came across in a book. The shade immediately pointed the name out, claiming that this would be his title, his name. [color=B89660]"Have you ever considered, like.., broadening your horizons? You're making chicken soup, spice it up a little."[/color]

[b][color=e3dac9]"And what would the mighty, all-knowing Blackmore suggest?"[/color][/b] Willow managed a soft smirk as he turned towards the shade, [b][color=e3dac9]"virgin's tears and blood of an innocent?"[/color][/b]

[color=B89660]"Yes. That. Get that."[/color] Blackmore snapped his fingers, pointing at Willow excitedly. [color=B89660]"It has to be a fair maid. You won't work.., even if you're into men."[/color]

[b][color=e3dac9]"Not so loud, you idiot..,"[/color][/b] the sorcerer tensed, turning to see if there was anyone else in the kitchen. There wasn't, but it's fair to say that this would not have mattered, for quite obvious reasons. None other could hear, see or note Blackmore in the slightest. 

[color=B89660]"Are you serious? Did you just lose a bit more of your sanity?"[/color] The shade raised an eyebrow, those feline ears atop his head flickering.

A moment passed before Willow eventually spoke. As if the reality of the situation finally came to strike at his sense of reason, the boy cleared his throat before turning his attention back to the soup. That was an embarrassing endeavor, to be sure. Reaching for a knife, newly sharpened with their surroundings reflected on the peerless surface of steel, the sorcerer cut down into an onion. He repeated the process once, twice and seven more times, mincing the onion to a manageable state before adding it to the soup. [b][color=e3dac9]"I think they'll like it."[/color][/b] He spoke, motioning towards the large kettle. Changing the subject seemed like a stellar idea.

[color=B89660]"They're about as bland as the soup, so yeah, they probably will,"[/color] Blackmore smirked, weightless steps bringing him towards the stove where he leaned with a stretch, followed by a yawn. [color=B89660]"Think any interesting new students will come along? Oh, more orcs! Let's hope for more orcs!"[/color]

Turning towards the shade with a frown, Willow had since an age grown used to Blackmore's sense of humor, and his playful personality.[b] [color=e3dac9]"No."[/color][/b] The sorcerer simply stated. 

[color=B89660]"What's that one freak's name. Orky? Why haven't you just melted him already?"[/color] Blackmore tapped his chin in thought, considering the scenario with a soft grin. The young sorcerer paused for a moment, looking at his, by all means, imaginary friend. Was he going to grace that with an answer? No. No, he was not. The boy shifted his attention back to the soup once more, reaching out for some pepper, followed by a spicy pinch of chili. [color=B89660]"I mean, it's not enough. Every orc should die, but you have to start somewhere, right?[/color]

[b][color=e3dac9]"You need to relax. Tiana will probably be here, soon."[/color][/b] Willow finished, letting the soup simmer.

[color=B89660]"I think the bitch is bad news. She's a gnome, come on."[/color] Blackmore flicked Willow's forehead. The boy felt it, indeed.

Raising his hand towards the area, Willow winced with a frown before quickly returning the favor. [b][color=e3dac9]"Stop being so paranoid all the time. I'm making friends, okay? Better to have allies than enemies."[/color][/b]

[color=B89660]"Pff.., I'm the only ally you need, babe."[/color] Blackmore giggled with a bright grin.