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[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Anyone out and about this time of night may come across two vaguely familiar figures silently patrolling the halls. They are elves, sure enough, but their eyes are burning red, their hair and skin pallid. Weaponry adorns their black, ornate armor; well-used swords at hips and longbows crafted from bone slung over shoulders. They move with grace and without sound, their fiery eyes nearly unblinking.

Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.

For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.

After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]

The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?

[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]

Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.

[ooc. loss start!!! vereesa and alleria are now dark rangers. open in person or over the journal!]

Comments

[sworn]

[ARTHAS GET OUT. There might have been a part deep down inside that felt a little sorry for him when she was still alive, but now that she's undead? Her hatred is unending.

She doesn't even want to regard him, knowing well enough that he's locked away and in a rather pathetic state. But as impatient and easily riled as she is, she allows for a low growl of disapproval. ARTHAS PLZ.]

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

My sincerest apologies, my lady, but I'm afraid I don't speak that dialect. Lower it an octave for me.

[You know...closer to Common Gutterspeak instead of some weird Thalassian Gutterspeak hybrid GOSH, DON'T YOU HAVE ANY CULTURAL SENSITIVITY?]

[sworn]

[WELL EXCUSE HER ACCENT. JUST RAISE THE UNDEAD AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER LEARNING THEIR LANGUAGE, ASSHOLE, WE ALL SEE HOW IT IS.]

Go back to rotting in your pathetic little prison hole.

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[HE'S THE BOSS HERE, GET USED TO IT.]

I'd have a difficult time rotting much further, I think.

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[BUSTIN' IN HERE, DON'T TALK TO MY SISTER THAT WAY]

Try harder. We have faith in you, Arthas.

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[BITCH PLS, FUCKING KING OF THE LICHES, I DO WHAT I WANT.]

After all this time? I'm flattered.

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[INCORRECT]

Flattered that we're urging you to rot? Perhaps your brain's already gone.

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

[y u mad tho]

Moreso that you have any semblance of faith in me, in regards to anything.

And yes, I think the latter point has long been established.

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[because you're a jerk go die

again]

I have faith that the natural order of things still stands, even though you have removed me from it. A barking, rabid dog will either be put down or will succumb to its own sickness.

[sworn]

[A scoff]

We know that both lie in store for him, sister.