Mado

Days later and I still feel like shit. I didn't know alcohol had an expiry date. Would have been fucking handy to put it on the fucking bottle! I wonder how old that stuff was, anyway.

Fuck, I don't even want to think about vodka, nevermind look at it.

So back in Azeroth. Fucking yay. Seth, I found the perfect vacation spot for you here. Feel free to go and never come back. I'll come back and laugh at your frozen ass I promise.

We met a sorcerer that says he's five thousand years old - he looks it too. Body is way past its date. But he managed to make Mahaado stumble over his words, funniest thing I ever saw. I think he's in love - or at least found himself a mentor.

I hate time out! It's so BORING. More boring than meditating.

I'm not gonna stay here. I'm gonna go sneak out and scare the girls again. With a REAL snake!

Characters: see subject line
Rating: PG
Setting: Mahaado's shop
Summary: Mado returns from his journeys with some bad news.

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I'm back.

Mahaado, we have a big fucking problem coming our way. And I need you to help heal this wound for me.

Mahaado's been poisoned. Really badly poisoned. Now before the insults start flying let me make perfectly clear that it takes A LOT to knock Mahaado on his ass. And even then, I'm able to help him through it by taking some on myself (unlike the rest of you wimps I have 20+ years of poison training). I can't help him this time. Whatever Marik's done to the poisons he took from Mahaado has made them far more potent (hey Seth, maybe you should go and pay Marik a visit. You two haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet). So be careful.

Joy, I have boobs again.

Only this time they're not mine...Kisara try not to do too much in my body all right? That could be bad.

30% alcohol says it all.

I should have picked up more bottles.

I took off to Scotland while Mahaado had his date with Delwyn, mostly to investigate this mead stuff I heard about. Great stuff. I'd say it's almost better than everclear. Pomegranate mead was too sweet, they were really pushing that though...something about the Underworld and some girl named Persephone and eating seeds...

The pomegranate and cinnamon had a nice kick though. Really strong, not for the faint of heart. Well, none of it's really for the faint of heart. Five bottles wasn't enough though; I need to go grab some more.

One of the guys in the store said it was the drink of the gods. Well I ain't sharing; they can go get their own.

Mahaado, where the fuck are you?! You better not be dead...

Azizi I can tolerate. So long as he doesn't stay underfoot, I can tolerate the furball and resist the urge to punt him.

But not Azizi plus four!

Honda, did Azizi ever mention having relatives? Because if this is some kind of trick I'm going to blow the damn furball up myself.

I need to go shopping again...