oes noes
Who: Arthas and anyone who wants to run into him
When: Late morning
Where: The hallway of Floor 1
What: "WHERE THE HELL AM I?"
Warnings: Violence. Definitely.
This was a room of inanimates, safe in its stillness - table, bed, burning lightbulb, corpse. The stillness didn't break when the body's eyes were suddenly open, nor did the silence when it was sitting up on the bed.
It crinkled fingers, quietly scanned, and then finally came alive, chest rising with breath, eyes narrowing - it stood, and the movement was powerful. It was tall, almost too tall to be human, and its black armor seemed to fill the room. It strode for the door in the way of a man unaccustomed to being denied and drew a dagger - no, a sword, half of a longer blade that had snapped but was still ornate and heavy. The silence shattered in a metallic rasp.
A hand in a black gauntlet carved to look embedded with human bones closed on the latch, would have snapped the metal were it not unlocked, and swung the door open. Dark, eyes sunken, it stepped into the hall.
"I do not appreciate," it growled, "Being underestimated."
When: Late morning
Where: The hallway of Floor 1
What: "WHERE THE HELL AM I?"
Warnings: Violence. Definitely.
This was a room of inanimates, safe in its stillness - table, bed, burning lightbulb, corpse. The stillness didn't break when the body's eyes were suddenly open, nor did the silence when it was sitting up on the bed.
It crinkled fingers, quietly scanned, and then finally came alive, chest rising with breath, eyes narrowing - it stood, and the movement was powerful. It was tall, almost too tall to be human, and its black armor seemed to fill the room. It strode for the door in the way of a man unaccustomed to being denied and drew a dagger - no, a sword, half of a longer blade that had snapped but was still ornate and heavy. The silence shattered in a metallic rasp.
A hand in a black gauntlet carved to look embedded with human bones closed on the latch, would have snapped the metal were it not unlocked, and swung the door open. Dark, eyes sunken, it stepped into the hall.
"I do not appreciate," it growled, "Being underestimated."