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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[darknessb4me]

[Headed up, sword at his side. It's not Frostmourne, but nothing is.]

Spam!

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker has long since been rid of Digby. He stands at where the door had been, but is no more. He's cold, his throat is still cut and dried blood is caked around it, and his eyes glow blue. But he brightens as Arthas approaches, and sinks to one knee]

My king.

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas smirks and nods, then gestures for Ned to stand.]

Acolyte.

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[deadly_ned]

[Positively glowing at the recognition, the Piemaker climbs to his feet and places his palm on the wall]

Here. This is where the door was.

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas' lip curls and he runs his hands over said wall, looking for a seam.

There isn't any, of course, but that doesn't mean there's no door.]

We need a mage. Who can we use?

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[deadly_ned]

[He scours his brain for magic-users on the barge. There aren't many he knows who are left]

...Dean Winchester. Possibly. He knows magic, but he's not a magic-user.

Spam~

[darknessb4me]

Where can I find him?

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[deadly_ned]

The maintenance office.

Or my room.

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[darknessb4me]

Well. That's convenient, isn't it?

Spam~

[deadly_ned]

He may know nothing.

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[darknessb4me]

We're going to try it anyway.

Spam~

[deadly_ned]

As you wish.

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas starts back down the stairs, assuming Ned will trail along.]

What floor?

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[deadly_ned]

I'm on one. The Maintenance office is on two.

Dean's room is four.

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas turns in to the first floor to begin with - it's the closest.]

Why would he be in your room, anyway?

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[deadly_ned]

He likes me. When he's upset he comes to visit.

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[darknessb4me]

Adorable. Show me which door us yours.

Spam~

[deadly_ned]

Yes, my king.

[And he goes immediately to his own bedroom door, opening it and walking in first, so as to protect Arthas from any trap or attack.

But none come. The room is empty]

Spam~

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas steps around Ned and starts checking obvious hiding places.]

He could have known we were coming.

Spam~

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker begins checking too, looking in his bathroom and behind the furniture and in closets]

If he knew, he would have stayed.

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[darknessb4me]

[Arthas sighs. He has a suspicion he knows the sort of man they're dealing with, but:]

Why?

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[deadly_ned]

He thinks I need protecting. He feels responsible.

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[darknessb4me]

Your post should have brought him out of the woodwork, then.

Spam~

[deadly_ned]

It should have. Unless he's affected as well.

Spam~

[darknessb4me]

Yes.

...We'll check the maintenance office.

[He can't hear any living heartbeats in here anyway.]