031 - Northwest Berry Trio

[deadly_ned]

[Icy blue eyes - not the Piemaker's eyes - focus intently back at the rest of the Barge. When he speaks, he doesn't mention who he's speaking to: it's clear it's to one specific person he has in mind. Digby hides under the bed, as the Piemaker grasps meat cleaver and tenderizer in both hands]

Ready to serve, Master.

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[ichoosefight]

Well that can't be good.

[deadly_ned]

[His eyes move towards Steph, watching her with unnerving intensity]

Who do you serve?

[ichoosefight]

Myself. I'm at the top of the ladder, I'm just that cool.

[ He is obviously brainwashed or something, so why the hell not ]

[deadly_ned]

[This is not a satisfactory answer. He stands up, weapons in hand, clearly looking to drag Steph into Arthas' fold by her hair if need be]

[ichoosefight]

What? Was it something I said?

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[darknessb4me]

Well. What's this?

[You might feel an experimental tendril of ice in the back of your mind, Ned.]

Someone left me a present.

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[deadly_ned]

[Though Arthas can't see it, the Piemaker smiles. He can't do anything to stop the ice in his head, but doesn't particularly want to]

My king.

It's good to hear you again. I was worried we had been separated when the door opened.

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[darknessb4me]

I'm flood-effected. What door was it?

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[deadly_ned]

The door to the Admiral's cabin. The one that no one came out of.

[neverfeltbetter]

Ned. Buddy? Those don't look like pie making utensils.

[deadly_ned]

Hello, John.

Will you serve?

John, Honey...no.

[neverfeltbetter]

Uh...

Sure, you got a fresh pie you want me to cut?

[He means serve like serving slices of pie, right?]

John. :|

[deadly_ned]

Serve the Lich King.

There will be no more pie.

[bothfoulandfair]

What happened to you?

[deadly_ned]

Elsa.

My King took me in. Gave me a purpose. I serve him now.

[bothfoulandfair]

What king?

[deadly_ned]

[As if it's the most obvious thing]

The Lich King. Arthas Menethil.

[logistical]

What is your status?

[deadly_ned]

Prepared to serve my master, whatever the cost.

[Weren't you listening, Spock?]

[logistical]

[Oh, he always listens. He just doesn't quite understand what he's hearing.]

Which master would this be?

[deadly_ned]

Arthas.

[Pls, as if there would be any other kings here]

[fireincarnate]

Mmhmm. [What can she do? How do you sever that kind of -

Oh. Something twists in her chest, as she meets Arthas' eyes.]

What happens to him if I kill you? [She shouldn't feel any sort of elation at the prospect, and yet.]

[darknessb4me]

What, you really think you can?

[fireincarnate]

[Her laughter is a high, shrieking thing, spitting flames and searing flashes. The flames in her hair rise and flicker.]

Do I think. You overestimate yourself.

[darknessb4me]

I come back, here. I always come back.