OPEN LOG.

[stopthat_destro]

Who: COBRA COMMANDERRRR and IDK. Totally open. Mutants, Goons, Barge people, whoever.
Where: The Outlands; scavenging around a blown out shopping center.
When: First day of port; evening
Warnings: UHHH DOUBT IT.

There was once an ice cream shop here, he was sure of it. There, he would find the crucial piece to his weather dominator: a frozen

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[darknessb4me]

Arthas, for his part, had never seen a strip mall and was mildly puzzled at the large windows and logos. The cars were more familiar, and the first one he and Gellert came across promptly had its window broken so the death knight could poke his head inside. He planted a hand on the skeleton's chest, craned his neck back over the roof of the car, and, just for kicks, tried to get all of the skeletons to reanimate and become a horrible army of the damned obedient to his will.

They failed to do so. He scowled and, frustrated, plucked the skull and right femur off of the corpse, tossing the former into the air and swinging at it with the latter.

Batter up.

Crunch.

[wandthief]

Gellert folded his arms and watched Arthas, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed.

"What do you think you're trying to do?"

[darknessb4me]

His tone was bored. "I was going to try to raise it from the dead. If you have a knife I could try it with a pentagram. I'd tell them not to attack you unless you annoy me, in which case you and your little stick are on your own."

[wandthief]

"Yes, we're all allowed to carry weapons aboard, like your sword," Gellert said, obviously sarcastic, although his voice was even. At mention of a 'stick' he pulled out his wand and looked at it, wondering. Maybe his powers would work here - he hadn't heard the earlier message.

He gave it a try, flicking the wand toward their environment. Some dust kicked up but nothing else happened and he looked very disappointed.

"Usless...," he put it back away.

[darknessb4me]

"Usually is," Arthas smirked.

The glass, sadly enough, had refused to break into nice shards and instead had become odd little pellets which were of no use at all. Sighing, he retrieved a thick, jagged piece of porcelain from the leather loop it had been tucked into.

"You really need to learn to improvise, mage. It will get you killed. Oh, wait. It already has."

He cut the odd cloth band holding the corpse into the car and began slicing something into the dessicated chest.

Commander can jump in at any time. ;)

[wandthief]

Gellert looked annoyed at Arthas - mostly at what he was doing.

"You think I don't know how to improvise? Anyway, farewell, my friend. I won't be 'following' you any more. You or your infernal sword."

He then started walking away.

Re: Commander can jump in at any time. ;)

[stopthat_destro]

Remnants of the frozen yogurt machine were now in his bag, with the largest part tucked under his arm, while his other hand held onto his knife. He was on edge now, thanks to the numerous intruders who came and interrupted his work. He was quite used to going for weeks without seeing anybody but his faithful minion; this many people in one evening was making him... crazy.

Still, his task was finished, and he could return to the familiar, isolated (save for the mutant rats, wild dogs, and urchins who kept hiding in his funhouse) lair, where surely, there would be a few fresh carcasses waiting for him to cook.

Not that he was the domestic one.

He wasn't.

He simply didn't trust her to handle his food properly.

Anyway.

The Commander stepped out of the shop, then let out a startled shout when he saw MORE strangers. "Hey-- WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!" He sounded totally enraged.

\o/

[darknessb4me]

"That is... one of the most annoying voices I have ever heard."

Arthas looked up.

"Oh dear Light, it's Gnomeregan all over again."

Jaw setting, he made a dramatic gesture like pulling something out of invisible depths over the corpse - "Rise. Defend your master."

It did neither.

"Well, shit."

[wandthief]

Gellert ignored Arthas in favour of the new person - who he didn't recognise in that outfit.

"Are you from this world? We are from...," he waved in the general direction that they'd come from. "... over there. We crash landed."

[stopthat_destro]

What was that? Did this guy think he was the Master? RIDICULOUS! The Commander looked between the two men. Well, at least the old one could probably go down easily. The other.... nrrgrhhhh.

"Yessss... Your ship landed on Dwayne!" he declared, pointing an accusatory finger.

That was one of his mutant friends, who'd gone the way of the Wicked Witch of the East.

[darknessb4me]

"He died for progress," Arthas said imperiously. "We have come from another world, and we are unimpressed."

"He's in a filter-mask," he also pointed out to Gellert. "There might be poison in the air here. You could be dying right now."

He couldn't make up his mind whether to be gleeful or blasé about it, really.

[wandthief]

Gellert frowned between the two of them.

"Perhaps he's just being fashionable around here," he finally said, looking more amused again.

[stopthat_destro]

"He is ssstanding right here!" he snapped. Hey, a man of his importance had better things to do than be talked around by some strangers.

[darknessb4me]

Something in the inflection caused Arthas to look over sharply, as if actually seeing the ...thing for the first time as not just another bit of scenery. Hmmmm.

"I am King Arthas of Northrend, and this is a...vague acquaintance." He tilted his head. "Who are you? What country is this?"

[wandthief]

"My apologies. Our manners have fled in the crash..," Gellert bowed sweepingly. "And I am Gellert Grindelwald. No title..." He always thought titles were silly things.

[stopthat_destro]

"I?" He pointed to himself. "I? I am the Commander, and you are in my country!" He spread his arms grandly to illustrate this point. "It doesn't have a name yet."