paradisalost | ☠.21

[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!]

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[Yes, go find them, Cross! They shouldn't be that hard to track down ...]

Any who approach the Dark Lady's quarters ought to have a damn good reason. Intimidation is not the only weapon in our arsenal.

Precisely. That should be rather obvious. We are not ones to conceal our weapons. [Maybe. Forsaken are tricky little things.]

[Nope! It's like the echo-y voice is a beacon.]

You are also not ones to conceal your attitudes. [A door shuts, and then he is on his way, journal in hand as he moves down the stairs.]

[A beacon of hot, hot undeath I mean what]

What need have we to do such a thing? We do not shrink from what we are.

Nor will we pretend to be what we are not.

[Cross you want some of this you know you do]

[He will save judgment on whether he wants some of that for the time being.]

I certainly wouldn't expect you to pretend to be what you are not, Vereesa.

Then you ought to know better than to chide us for that which has no bearing on us.

[Well said again. This is why Alleria is her superior in these matters. She makes a sound of agreement, which may or may not sound like every other irritable growl or groan she has made thus far.]

[Meanwhile he's rolling his eye on his side. Just like their sister.]

It's nice to see you haven't changed. [Much.]

[Not just like her! Sylvanas is much better, you see.]

Why would we have?

[Bitchiness is a constant state of being for elves, whether alive or dead.]

You sound as if we should have.

[Followin' the voices, gettin' closer— oh, look, they are Forsaken.

...man this is kind of freaky.]

You two examine my statements a bit too deeply.

[Oh look, there is Cross. Alleria listlessly turns her head to gaze at him, eyes burning red.]

It is something we have learned to do, when dealing with the living.

[Vereesa snaps at him with her words just a bit.]

Then perhaps you ought to choose your words more wisely.

[Okay it's really freaky, not "kind of" freaky.]

True, I could potentially do that. [his tone of voice suggests he won't lksjdhfg]

[CROSS ... PLS GO ...]

Sister. Do you think we ought to teach him manners.

[Narrowing eyes...]

I dare ask if it is worth the effort. Then again, if you insist.

[BUT I JUST GOT HERE, ALLERIA......]

I think my manners are just fine if Sylvanas hasn't been successful in fixing them.

[OH MAH GAH, SWORD OUT]

Don't speak about the Dark Lady so familiarly.

[gross ew]

[GOSH ALLERIA. Vereesa will step forward and place a hand on Alleria's arm.]

Patience, sister. Do not let him goad you so.

[he keeps his ground, not even paying attention to the drawn sword. and you're still the calmest of them all, Vereesa. :')]

Or, maybe I am just that familiar with Sylvanas. I doubt a sword would fix that, Alleria.

[Alleria just kind of waves her sword in Cross's direction. I will cut you, man!!]

Then perhaps if I remove your tongue, you will at least be unable to speak of it.

[Head snapping to Cross as well. BOY YOU AIN'T OFF THE HOOK.]

Your words are not helping either, General. [Spitting out that word. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.]

[HE DOES KNOW BETTER BUT THIS IS FUN.]

A name riling you so easily? I thought you kept your composure better than this.

[Eyes ... narrowing ...]

It is the way you speak of her that I do not like. She is Queen of the Forsaken, not some tawdry little thing you've picked up at a tavern.