deadly_ned | 031 - Northwest Berry Trio

031 - Northwest Berry Trio

[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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[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.

This doesn't look like freedom Ned.

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

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

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

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

[The Piemaker looks confused, almost hurt]

But you'll feel better.

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

[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.

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

What is Frostmourne?

[he lowers his chin again, solemn]

The blade of Arthas.

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.]

[He looks at the tools in his hands]

If I'm commanded to. Yes.

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.

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

No.

Come on Ned. We're friends, right? You want me to understand, don't you? You want me to come to the dark side with you?

[He looks at the weapons in his hands, clearly distressed]

We should go see Arthas.

I will, if you let me see those.

[He's doing this for your own good Ned. Just hand over the knives.]

[He winces, clearly caught in the middle of indecision]

We should see Arthas first.

Would you let me see them on the way there?

[An uncertain nod. It's a compromise, but at least he's bringing Crichton to Arthas. Or so he thinks]

This way.

[Now he's getting somewhere.]

Okay.

[He follows Ned without hesitation. He'll let him get a little comfortable first, and then ask to see the knives again.]

[The Piemaker leads the way to Arthas. He's no longer self-consciously shuffling around, instead looking alert and wide-eyed, far more engaged in what other people are doing than when he'd been unaffected]

[Crichton's too focused on the task at hand to notice the differences in Ned's demeanor all that much. After getting a short way into their walk, he tries again.]

So, can I take a look at those?

[He slows down a little, staring down at the tools in his hands]

Why?

[Ned, s2g just give him the knives. >:[ ]

Because they look cool. Come on, you said you would.

[A deeply conflicted frown. The Piemaker stares back hollowly at Crichton with his eerie and unnatural pale blue eyes]

I don't think I should.

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