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[amnotaweasel]

WHO: amnotaweasel + necromanical
WHERE: GOD IDEK SOMEWHERE. In the City. MAYBE.
WHEN: Tuesday, daytime, if that's all right
WARNINGS: You know how "Gil-Galad was an elven king / of him the harpers sadly sing"? Kel'Thuzad is a creeper.
SUMMARY: Instant Recipe for Hilarity: take one part Misao, one part Kel'Thuzad, layer in chilled glass. Do not shake, stir, or blend at

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[necromaniacal]

[Kel'Thuzad was used to being silent, no matter where he was. If there was one thing the Lich was good at, it was being sneaky. How else would he have slipped out of the Kirin Tor's grasp?

One thing he was not used to was being around so many of the living. It had been years since he had seen much else other than a corpse, aside from the stupid adventurers that wandered into Naxxramas. As a rule, he had taken note of everyone he had ever been in contact with -- their voices, their appearance...which is why he stops dead when he spots Misao wandering around like a lost puppy dog.]

And just what do we have here?

[amnotaweasel]

[She remembers him from their conversation on the Network. Suffice to say she is not happy to see him. Looks like she must be even more lost than she thought she was.]

Y-you! You're that person who called me fussy!

[necromaniacal]

[He can't help but smirk]

My, your memory is astoundingly acute, isn't it?

[amnotaweasel]

And you're making fun of me again! What did I ever do to you? [She's so angry she's starting to vibrate. Keep poking and she'll shout.]