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

[deadly_ned]

[From behind, the Piemaker is thrown backwards and hits a wall, stunned and out for the count]

sorry ned

[fireincarnate]

[Her lips curl in a snarl as she steps back, and the fire blazes brighter than ever. She shoves a clawed hand forward, and the claws slice right through him, burning his mind from the inside out.]

he'll be freed when he wakes up at least. sorry Ned we love u

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas let's out an aborted, inhuman howl before his head lolls forward, his shoulders drop - but he doesn't fall. He looks suspended by hooks, a blank mannequin.

The Death Knight is almost certainly gone, what pared-down personality and motivation that was there destroyed, but something that is not Arthas at all stirs in the charred remains, blackened and annoyed but very much alive.

Its thoughts are keen and metallic. It notes Jean, briefly examines, before abruptly withdrawing from Arthas altogether. He's just a liability now.

His knees buckle and he collapses.]

[fireincarnate]

[She feels the elation, and lets it soar over her. She wants to do more, to cleanse the Barge in blood and fire, but it's an urge she can suppress. She can close her eyes and float to the floor and let go of the flames.

When she's Jean again, she kneels down in front of Arthas and whispers an apology.

When she rises, his body floats with her; with a gesture, Ned rises as well. She'll take them to the infirmary.]