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.

Comments

John. :|

[deadly_ned]

Serve the Lich King.

There will be no more pie.

Re: Can't stop, won't stop.

[neverfeltbetter]

Okay, one: You love pie man. And, two: Who the hell is the Lich King?

[deadly_ned]

Arthas. The only king worthy of serving on this ship.

All will surrender and serve.

[neverfeltbetter]

Uh huh. Thanks anyway, but I'm American. We don't do kings.

[deadly_ned]

It doesn't matter.

[neverfeltbetter]

Ned, I think maybe this flood has got you a little out of wack. So why don't you put the knife down and just take it easy for a bit, huh?

[deadly_ned]

No.

I'm on the deck level. Come up, if you wish to join sooner rather than later.

[neverfeltbetter]

[This is probably a bad idea, but he can't just let Ned be like this.]

Okay fine, I'll come up. But no promises.

[deadly_ned]

Okay. That would be best.

[SPAM] This can only end well.

[neverfeltbetter]

[A short while later, he shows up, deck-side. He's approaching, cautiously.]

Okay Ned. I'm here. Now, can we talk about this?

[SPAM] For srs

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker looks up, all cold and undead. There's the mark of Arthas' blade in the form of dried, crusted blood snaked in a line across his throat. His eyes are blue and unfeeling]

Talk about what?

[SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

How about what the hell happened to you, for starters.

[He gestures back and forth between his own neck and Ned's.]

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[He reaches up to feel his own throat, at the very clear cut to his jugular that still bleeds occasionally, despite efforts to keep it shut tight]

I was set free.

Re: [SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

This doesn't look like freedom Ned.

[The longer he looks at that wound the more sick he's feeling about all this.]

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

Because you haven't felt what I've felt.

Join us, Crichton. You'll feel so much better.

Re: [SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

I don't think I will, Ned. Sorry, not interested.

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker looks confused, almost hurt]

But you'll feel better.

[SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

Ned, what did this guy do to you? Physically do to you?

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[He lifts his chin up, to show Crichton the fine red line cut across his throat]

When Frostmourne touches you, it claims you for his own.

[SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

[Crichton looks away quickly, to regain his composure; then looks back still cringing at it and shaking his head.]

What is Frostmourne?

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[he lowers his chin again, solemn]

The blade of Arthas.

[SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

I was afraid of that. Obviously it has brainwashing powers. Hopefully this is just some crazy flood thing and you're gonna snap out of it in a day or two.

[He really, really hopes so.]

But I gotta ask. Are you planning on going around using those on people in the mean time?

[If the answer is yes, then he's afraid he's gonna have to confiscate them. Or try.]

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[He looks at the tools in his hands]

If I'm commanded to. Yes.

Re: [SPAM]

[neverfeltbetter]

That's not the answer I was looking for.

[Ah hell.]

Okay. Okay, could I just see those for a minute? I want to look at them. Maybe it will change my mind.

[SPAM]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker takes a step back, clearly made uneasy by the request]

No.