07 🍎 Well I ain't evil, I'm just good-looking

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

[Spam for Arthas]
[Crowley appears a bit too calm for someone who is now on the clock. Especially for someone whose inmate is a cautionary tale of megalomania and terrifying necromancy mixed in with pride before falls and deals with the devil (although he thinks he can do something with that). Yes, he's actually kind of nervous, but he's reminding himself very hard that beneath it all Arthas is human.

That makes him no less dangerous, but it puts him on more familiar ground. Crowley likes humans. He'll just have to give himself a little time to synthesize "human" with "undead and homicidal."

When he gets to Arthas' door he knocks and opens it to the barrier Pounce put up, and leans against the frame with an unlit cigarette between his lips.]

Well you're fucked, aren't you?


[Public]
It's been six months and no one realized I was a warden? Ask someone to open one door for you and suddenly you're the bad guy. You don't have much faith in your fellow man, do you?

Probably prudent.

Anyway, just a note: [the camera catches Arthas' door, open to the hallway but blocked by what looks like a wall of purple fire.] The faceless voiceless authority has spoken and zombie Alexander the Great is mine. Get your own.

Comments

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Aww, thanks. Everyone has so much faith in me.

[cantcatchme]

Sure.

Now don't mind me. I'm just going to get some popcorn ready for when this blows up in your face.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Why does everyone assume it's going to blow up? Because he's dangerous and angry?

[cantcatchme]

I barely know the guy, but I sure as hell wouldn't want to be saddled with him. Seems like it'd blow up with anyone at the reigns.

I'm just planning on enjoying it because you're an asshole.

[It's said cheerfully, though.]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Beats the competition, I could have you. [Also said cheerfully.]

ANd I am not "anyone". I am an asshole. A magnificent asshole.

[cantcatchme]

Yeah. You'd be in a real sorry state, then.

What'll you do if Arthas is a bigger asshole than you?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

We'll see if he's more magnificent.

[cantcatchme]

Yeeeeah. I think I'll leave you to discover the magnificence of that asshole on your own, thanks.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

But you're so good at identifying assholes! I could use your help!

[cantcatchme]

Oh, Arthas is an asshole all right. But you're the real connoisseur. I'll leave identifying the quality up to you.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

And you're fashion over function anyway.

[cantcatchme]

At least I look good doing it. You could stand some help.

[No, actually Crowley always looks sharp. But that doesn't make for good trash-talk.]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

I truly have much to learn from you.

[Trash-talk is more fun than compliments any day, even if it's false.]

[cantcatchme]

Well. Maybe you've got a brain in there, after all, in that case.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Took you this long to realize?

[cantcatchme]

Not my fault you hide it well.