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[darknessb4me]

[Whoever's on Arthas' communicator is humanoid but wrapped entirely in red and black. Behind him are two massive, rotting demonic wings. They snap open impatiently as he speaks and more skin flakes off the bone.

He sounds a bit like he swallowed Castlevania.]

Enough games. Tell me what you would have me do here.

[OPEN SPAM: There will be a SCARY

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I have no facepalm icon.

[terminatefate]

...it's going to be a long flood.

[thewheelofdeath]

How long, pray tell?

[When does he get to go home :/]

[terminatefate]

Usually a few days. Just long enough to make trouble and piss everyone off. [Sarah debated saying and fuck my training routine up, but didn't.]

[thewheelofdeath]

Good enough.

[terminatefate]

Have you been up on deck yet? [Because she has nothing better to do than to talk to creepy voiced undead guys.]

[thewheelofdeath]

The door was barred to me when I tried. I assumed it was to prevent escape.

[terminatefate]

Inmates can't access the upper deck without a Warden present. [Someone could have shown him up there, though, but asking was good.] You gonna bolt if I open it and show you around?

[Totally a legit question considering Sarah doesn't know this guy, but she's being carefully hospitable. For Arthas and her own curiosity.]

Beats sitting in a room doing jack for the next few days.

[thewheelofdeath]

[Carefully:] Doing jack?

[Isn't this human host supposed to come with knowledge of Common? What does that mean?]

[terminatefate]

Doing jack means pretty much doing nothing besides staring at the wall or listening to aimless chatter for however long you're here. All of which is boring as fuck.

[Sarah didn't give a shit if this guy was Satan in a pink tutu. There was nothing to do except punch a bag, make sure Gaius wasn't seeing pink elephants, avoiding certain vampires on or off the communicator, and knocking back coffee to stay awake. In short? She was bored.]

[thewheelofdeath]

What happens after the next few days?

[terminatefate]

I assume, you go home and the man you replaced comes back to the Barge.

[She hopes. Because sometimes people don't come back. And that would not be...desirable. There is a flick of a lighter as Sarah lights a cigarette. Stop thinking so fucking much.]

[thewheelofdeath]

Who have I replaced?

[terminatefate]

His name is Arthas. [And Sarah wanted him back, but, whatever. Like she had any control. Not that it shut down her ability to be peeved at the Barge and Admiral. Suck it, Connor.]

[thewheelofdeath]

[Means nothing.]

I would like to see the deck.

[terminatefate]

I'll be at the cabin door in a few minutes, then. [In fact, it was less than tree before she was knocking on the door. Sarah took a drag on her cigarette as she leaned up against the door frame.]

[thewheelofdeath]

[The door was answered by a short man in red Azerothian armor with a long, barbed staff, face still wrapped in black.

There was a barely-perceptible snort of derision. Pinkskin.]

Asra Whiteshield.

[He doesn't offer a hand to shake. That's a human thing, not an orcish one.]