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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?
[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.
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Date: 2015-07-17 01:07 pm (UTC)[Except he can't move and sort of has to.
He shuts his eyes for a moment - think. How to turn this to an advantage?]
Stop wasting your energy on each other and earn my respect, because I'm not going to be a passive element in my own life.
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Date: 2015-07-18 05:20 am (UTC)[Because that's the stupid part: she can't do anything for Lloyd by herself. He needs people besides her and he's an adult.
That part of it addressed, however, she rolls her eyes.]
But don't even act like Lloyd and Arthas are on the same damn level of threat to the ship and people on it.
[At which point she returns her attention to Arthas.]
As for you: I've been trying, you concrete-skid jackass. I've been talking to you instead of about, around, at, or over you for months, and this is what you do with it.
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Date: 2015-07-18 05:36 am (UTC)[Arthas has a fair point. Crowley turns to him and asks thoughtfully:] Do you want to talk to her?
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Date: 2015-07-19 10:27 am (UTC)[He warned you, therefore no one should be upset.
Attention properly paid to him, though, Arthas elects to go back to sulking.]
Yes. That doesn't mean I want to be wardened by her. Or anyone.
[Yes. You, Crowley. You are that anyone.]
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Date: 2015-07-22 07:25 am (UTC)And a little surprised to hear that he wants to talk to her. She's quiet for a moment, then -] Fine. [- addresses Crowley without looking at him.]
We can talk later. When I'm bleeding less.
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Date: 2015-07-24 04:58 am (UTC)[He's speaking to Letty, but gestures at Arthas as he does it. The armor reverts back to its previous, movable form, and speaks to his new inmate.]
I figured as much. Seriously, have you had a worse time back home or here?
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Date: 2015-07-24 05:43 am (UTC)Home. My power?
[He says it expectantly: Well? Where is it?]
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Date: 2015-07-28 02:21 am (UTC)[This is a trick question.]
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Date: 2015-07-31 03:41 am (UTC)[He plants his feet, crosses his arms.]