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[beyondxtime]

Who: Nicki and Arthas
Where: Empty cabin, 6th floor
When: Right after that
Warnings: Violence/Death

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[darknessb4me]

In 620, Arthas was waiting. He'd just broadcast the entry he'd recorded - Fordring would be chasing ghosts for at least half an hour.

He was crouched near the door, and stood slowly as Nicki entered with the box.

"You have it."

His eyes were oddly glassy. He could see it being moved all the way up the floors, as if through the walls. Frostmourne reached out, calming, bringing confidence. They spoke:

"You were not followed."

[beyondxtime]

"No, I'd have smelled them, darling" he watched him, very interested in it all. His own eyes were dancing, he'd heard good things about Arthas' outbreaks.

"And Tony" He added, probably the only person not nervous in this situation, maybe because he wasn’t worried about being safe or not-dead "He stays safe. You have your sword"

[darknessb4me]

Something about the boy's warden, as if from a distance. He waved in what he hoped was taken as agreement and glided over to the chest. He felt magnetized, aligned, as if every point in the earth was being pulled towards what was within the silly, insignificant wooden box and all he could do was go along with it.

Still locked. He frowned lightly, then brought a steel boot down on the latch hard. No. Oh, wait, the san'layn was still here.

"Can you help me with this?"

[beyondxtime]

Nicki had been standing watching with crossed arms. Good lord, he had to do everything. Man he was going to get stabbed.

"Do you have anything heavy? Metal? Didn't you have a nail at some point?" he held his hand out, he'd be able to crack that easily with a few good blows and something strong