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[impure_tale]

It didn't work last time either, you know.

[Private to Iago]

Iago, my treasure. It would seem that we need to have a word, and I would prefer to do this in private.

(ooc: It didn't occur to me until now that there might be an issue with the Marquis being purposefully publicly blunt as per usual. Please someone IM me if that is the case. If not, he's

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[impure_tale]

[Immediately Renate begins to bark loudly, so even if the Marquis hadn't heard the lock (which he did), her sudden alertness is enough to have him on his guard. The Marquis sets his quill pen down and rises from his desk, guardedly making his way toward the front room where (stupid idea on his part), his weapon also happens to be.]

[darknessb4me]

[The door opens so hard it bounces back off the wall, but by that time Arthas is already out of the way and swinging a chair leg at the Marquis' head.]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis is only quick enough to throw up an arm to block the attack, and hearing an audible snap he collapses as his dog leaps at his attacker, snarling. He is stunned, but immediately scrambling for where he knows his gun to be.]

[darknessb4me]

[The makeshift club is swung like a baseball bat at the dog's head - connect or miss, he moves immediately to plant his foot hard on the Marquis' back.]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis hears a sudden pained squeak from his pet that is abruptly cut off as she hits the ground some feet away from him unmoving, and he hasn't time to react before he feels a booted foot in the small of his back. He's had moments now for the pain in his right arm to register, and his voice is labored but a testament to his threshold for pain that it does not rise in hysteria. In fact what he growls is almost mocking.]

D...Do take your time, cherub.

[darknessb4me]

[There's no sign that Arthas even heard him - he shifts his weight to pin the man and grabs a handful of his hair to pull his head back and tries to stick a balled-up sock in his mouth when he opens it to fucking talk.]

[impure_tale]

[He tries to cry out around it but hasn't much room to struggle.]

[darknessb4me]

[Tape goes over the sock, and he crouches down and pulls a furniture screw, filed into a short, serrated blade. Pulls the skin taut on the back of the Marquis' neck, calmly starts to saw between the third and fourth vertebrae.]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis is uncertain what he is doing until he feels the pinch of metal on the back of his neck, and his body goes tense; his eyes widen as he begins to object, to call out, voice all but drowned by the crude gag in his mouth. He screams, until white hot pain and the firing of lights behind his eyes sends him out of consciousness]