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oes noes

Feb 17, 2010 22:15

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.

( DEATH is confused and cranky )

arthas menethil, gellert grindelwald, aziraphale, john hix

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wandthief February 18 2010, 03:36:54 UTC

Gellert was bored so he happened to be walking that way, far from his own level or the library.

He heard the growled words and raised his eyebrows, looking the impressive sight of the figure who spoke them over, but he didn't look in any way intimidated.

"I don't think anybody appreciates that."

darknessb4me February 18 2010, 03:47:09 UTC

Arthas spun at the new presence and pointed the remains of the broadsword at the man's throat - it was not by far the deadly weapon it had once been (In fact the clearly-broken remains were a little pathetic) but it was still a sharp bit of metal and that's still not something to be ignored.

To his credit, his eyes did not even flinch towards what was left of his precious Frostmourne. He stared the newcomer down instead.

"Where is this?"

wandthief February 18 2010, 03:53:16 UTC

Gellert froze when the weapon came so close to his neck but he met that stare very boldly with an amused look on his face. "If you're an inmate I'm willing to bet that will be confiscated before you can blink."

"This place is called the Barge and I'm assuming that you've only just arrived," as he spoke his hand was very carefully reaching into his clothing in order to get his wand. If this man was going to cause trouble he didn't think Dr Hix would blame him for defending himself...

darknessb4me February 18 2010, 04:03:07 UTC

Ah, so that's where the rest of the sword had gone. A brief scowl flickered across Arthas' face. The fact was, though, that the runeblade was as much a part of him as an arm or a leg - taking it wholly away would kill him. And he was not eager to let that happen again Oh, whoever it was that had put him here could try to take it...but they would have quite a fight on their hands. Speaking of which...

"Telling me what it's called does not help."

He saw that creeping hand. How long would he had lived if he didn't know someone reaching for a weapon when he saw it?

Roughly, he reached to grab the old man's shoulder and yank him closer.

"I should have died."

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