Hockey?

[bunchasavages]

Who: Randal Graves, Arthas, Severen, open!
What: Being a general fail!warden and playing hockey. Lots of shouting. Feel free to jump in at any time.
When: Late evening. Very late evening.
Where: Level 1 corridor.

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[darknessb4me]

There was a big, open hole where one of the doors should have been. Black. Makes most of the hallway adjacent to it significantly colder. Yeah, you know that one. Now there are some glowing eyes glaring out of it.

"What are you doing?"

[bunchasavages]

Randal was treating this cold spot in the hall like an air conditioner up until the glowing eyes. He recognized the voice as the asshole from level zero - wasn't that the same guy who'd been sleeping up on the deck? - and skidded to a stop.

He pushed his mask up on his forehead and looked down at the hockey stick in his hand. He looked back at the glowing eyes. Back at the stick.

Really? Really?

Randal did not have a well-defined sense of self-preservation, so his reply was rather poorly planned, considering who he was talking to.

"Your mom. What's it look like?"

[yeehawkiller]

Severen was waiting down the other end of the hallway, hockey stick resting over his shoulders. He couldn't remember how exactly convinced Randal to hang out with him again, but it probably had something to do with porn. He bellowed down the corridor, impatient to hit things.

"Hey, when you finish makin' out with your girlfriend you gonna slap the puck down or what?"

[darknessb4me]

This is not where he really wanted to be right now, because he could not be in Zero for murder when the time came to steal Frostmourne.

The bits of Arthas that were not eyes grudgingly extracted themselves from the hole in the wall and picked around a goal towards the stairwell, not saying a word.