The Medical Bay

by **Hermie** Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:26 pm

Luna frowned, she was in the medical bay of Ironforge... again. She sighed, peering around her own private room- she had been in the bay so long, she was honoured with being given her own chambers.

She pulled out a small mirror, wanting to see if the silencing spell that Gearholder Manahealth put on her the previous night had affected her constant-spell which made her wrinkly, two-hundred-and-six-year-old face look young and healthy. What she saw was not pleasant, and actually made her scream with horror.

The silencing spell had indeed cancelled out her face-mask-spell and as a result, made her body young, frail and wrinkly once more.

She wasn't sure how to react; she was ugly. She flailed her arms around, as if there were some invisible solution to the problem floating above her head and she was trying to catch it. She screamed and she cried, but sadly, as long as the magi students were keeping a look over her, her magic was drained and there was nothing she could do.

Luna Winklescrew peered around her private chambers again, noticing a very fancily embroided cloth helmet, which had once been that of a Dalaran Archmage who had evidently left it in Luna's chambers when trying to cure her mental disability. The Archmage's hat wasn't that bad looking, it covered the face atleast and had a pouch at the back for a ponytail to fit in- heck even the colour of it matched Luna's favourite clothes!

She frowned again, peering down at what she was in- nothing more than a bathrobe, and because she didn't desire some student coming in whilst she was in such a revieling state to help her retrieve the face mask. She'd do it herself.

So, slowly and carefully; Luna pulled back the thick, warm, snow-white duvet in which she had recentley cacooned herself in, sat up; taking away the joy of the fluffy, plushy pillow that had moulded around her head and slid out of bed.

She smirked with the initial feeling of her cold feet touching the floor, its chills sending similar ones from her foot up her spine and to her neck which made the hairs stand on end. With swift strides that the colourless bathrobe had enabled her to achieve, she was by the huge bookcase; which at the top was the Archmage's face mask.

Luna (being mentally disturbed due to being an eye-witness at her twin brother's decapitation,) was a strange gnome with different approaches to everything. She peered at the bookcase again, and without warning scrambled up it like a crack-filled ferret- evidently her two-hundred-and-six year old limbs were still working, despite the lack of magic.

Once the faskmask had been retrieved, Luna clipped it onto her head. If anyone were to walk in at this point, they'd realise why people were so shocked at Luna's insanity: A red-headed gnome currently wearing a fairly old face mask which has floating diamonds on, with a single colourless, fluffy bathrobe and aside from that in the newd.

Luna slid back into her bed, still with the abnormal mask on, pulled back her duvet covers, plonked her head back into the moulded-pillows and started wittering onto her teddybear, Mr Flufflekins.

If anyone were to walk by Luna Winklescrew's private chambers at that current time, they pick up snipets about a very feminine man named Monica who had lost lots of weight and seems to keep changing his appearance daily whilst continuingly growing a pair a breasts, becoming very good at acting as a lion and the best sun-dancer-moon-holder that Azeroth knows!