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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?
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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.
[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?
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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.
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Date: 2015-06-16 03:46 am (UTC)What's in it for me?
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Date: 2015-06-16 08:59 pm (UTC)[Heavy footsteps walking back away from the door. Bye.]
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Date: 2015-06-16 11:42 pm (UTC)[He breaks into a grin.]
You're the best inmate ever.
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Date: 2015-06-17 12:30 am (UTC)The second is to assume the man is useless, and continue to try to escape on his own. Nothing gained, nothing lost.
Third... well, there's nothing lost in just reiterating.]
Get me out and I'll talk to you.
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Date: 2015-06-17 01:13 am (UTC)Fine. But I like you better when you're in your purple cave.
[He thinks, and the barrier fizzles out. Normally he'd have to struggle with that type of magic, but the Admiral had made things easy on Crowley. That's starting to turn around.]
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Date: 2015-06-17 07:23 pm (UTC)A heavy steel boot plants itself on top of the icefall and it hisses and steams again as it fuses into a more passable ramp.]
I'm sure you do.
[Arthas descends, undead, fully armored, with one runeblade of diamond-hard ice in his hand another strapped to his back.]
You can talk and walk, can't you?
[He starts down the hall without waiting for an answer.]
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Date: 2015-06-18 01:05 am (UTC)Warn me next time. If I knew you were going to do that I'd've worn boots.
[Crowley rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses when Arthas starts away and speeds up to match his pace. He'd much rather amble his way after him but the man is huge and he has to power-stride to compensate.]
No, you're going to walk and talk. I'm going to walk and listen. How long have you been here again? I remember hearing you've got the record.
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Date: 2015-06-18 05:01 am (UTC)Five years. How long have you been here? Six months? Seven?
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Date: 2015-06-18 06:23 am (UTC)Inexperienced. Too arrogant to be scared.
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Date: 2015-06-18 08:07 am (UTC)Where're you headed?
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Date: 2015-06-19 05:44 am (UTC)[He takes the stairs down, not especially telling in and of itself. The only thing above floor 1 is the deck.]
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Date: 2015-06-24 04:00 am (UTC)Not doing much in the way of talking, are you?
spam - i'm sorry this is so late.....
Date: 2015-06-26 07:10 am (UTC)[More stairs.]
Your job is to figure me out. I'm not motivated to help.
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Date: 2015-06-27 02:10 am (UTC)No, you're obligated. [He's glad Arthas isn't watching because he has to take the stairs three by three to keep pace.] Freedom in return for a conversation, that's what we agreed.
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Date: 2015-06-27 07:57 am (UTC)[Level Seven. He pushes the door open again, doesn't bother to hold it for Crowley, starts down the hall.]
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Date: 2015-06-27 09:00 am (UTC)[Crowley willed the door open and follows after.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 01:18 am (UTC)[At 7-18, he knocks. The grip on his sword shifts subtly - from a carry to a ready stance.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 01:34 am (UTC)So she answers with a gun in her hand, pulls the door open and stands in the doorway with her jaw set.]
You are without a doubt the least convincing Witness I've ever seen.
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Date: 2015-06-28 01:53 am (UTC)[The Admiral powers come in handy again and Crowley fuzes Arthas' armor in place with a thought, as sturdily as if it had been forged that way. To Letty he shook his head.]
First walk in the park, sorry.
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Date: 2015-06-28 02:15 am (UTC)Light damn it!
[He strains against the metal again, then abruptly decides against it entirely. He can't move, but he doesn't have to.
His eyes flare glacier-blue. Deadly cold explodes from him in every direction. The paint on the walls peels and freezes solid. It howls like a blizzard at full tilt, wind carrying slivers of ice fast enough to make them deadly shrapnel.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 02:24 am (UTC)[Letty flicks a glance at Crowley, opens her mouth, barely has time to register what's happened before she sees the glow from Arthas's eyes.
She's not sure she really needs to raise her hand to trigger her own Admiral powers, but it makes it easier for her to focus when she imagines the forcefield dropping down into place over him like a snowglobe.]
I was expecting him.
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Date: 2015-06-28 02:34 am (UTC)Relax, I'll set it right when we've all calmed down a bit.
So. Someone share the juicy details.
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Date: 2015-06-28 03:01 am (UTC)His eyes don't go back to normal, and when he speaks it's more like a rumble of thunder than a human voice.]
I made a promise.
[He lets go of his sword. It hangs in the air as if held by an invisible hand, then makes an enthusiastic attempt to stab Crowley in the face.
The sword across Arthas' back frees itself as well. It'll be heading for Letty shortly.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 03:10 am (UTC)He insists on being stupid, is what he means.
[The moment she notices the sword on his back moving, she'll retrieve that one just as she did the previous sets of weapons, if Crowley doesn't get to it first.]
Speaking of stupid: which idiot gave you this shit back?
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