R2 - Private to Arthas

[with_my_teacup]

So in the whole day and a half I was back in the 'verse, I killed a man who was half dead.

I was thinking of aiming a little higher.

And the Marquis ain't got me on lockdown any more.

[Translation: hey, bro, come try to murder me to cheer me up.]

Comments

[darknessb4me]

Half dead, what is that supposed to mean?

[with_my_teacup]

Fuck if I know. He's the asshole who left me that armor I showed up in, so we obviously made real different life choices.

[darknessb4me]

[Oh wow look at how fast this stopped being amusing and started being horribly familar.]

Why did you take it?

[with_my_teacup]

Local tradition for him and his army. 'You keep what you kill.' I coulda done without it, but the whole 'army' thing kinda limited my short term options.

[darknessb4me]

So how did you end up here?

[with_my_teacup]

Don't actually know. Maybe Lady V poisoned me. Maybe I'm hallucinating in their conversion device. Maybe the admirals just fucking with me.

[darknessb4me]

Conversion device?

[wow what is that and why would you ever want to be in it]

[with_my_teacup]

This thing they have. They put their prisoners through it. Their converts. Turn them into good little Necros... Dead eyed, no pain. [He smirks.]. You'd like it. They're your kinda army.

[darknessb4me]

So you graduate and go straight back there? What a joke.

[with_my_teacup]

Even if I was planning on going back, I wasn't gonna let them spit me up in it.

[darknessb4me]

Unless you're in it already, in which case you failed.

[with_my_teacup]

Yeah. There's a remote chance I'm fucked. I don't think it's that one, though.

[darknessb4me]

Are you going to tell my which one you think it is, or make me ask?

[with_my_teacup]

I'm going with 'admiral is fucking with me', 'poisoned' a close second. I don't think Lady V would want me around even if I was on the same wavelength as the rest of them.

[darknessb4me]

How the hell did you get in with these people in the first place?

[with_my_teacup]

They had one of my people. I went to get her.

[darknessb4me]

[Brief growl.]

In any case, if you think it makes you better equipped to deal with me you're wrong.

[with_my_teacup]

So are we gonna do this or not?

[He missed you.]

[darknessb4me]

You seem to be all talk, at the moment.

[with_my_teacup]

You're gonna make me come to your place?

[He sighs and stands, communicator lurching as he picks it up.]

[spam?]

[darknessb4me]

Damn it.

[Arthas is already outside of his room when Riddick arrives. With a club.]

[spaaarm]

[with_my_teacup]

[Well this is going to hurt. But at least it'll be physical, honest kinda hurt. Not bullshit exhausted can't seem to sleep enough or stop feeling like shit hurt.]

Unarmed.

[He shows his hands. He's got nothing.]

Just means I have to get creative. Swing, deadman.

[spaaarm]

[darknessb4me]

Why are you even here?

[He doesn't swing.]

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I thought it was obvious.

[He steps out of estimated club range and crosses his arm, leaning against the wall.]

You used to enjoy this.

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

I do, just-

This isn't how you start a fight, you don't just go up to someone and ask them to hit you.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[His mouth twists.]

I kinda thought we were past playing coy, you and me.

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

Oh, shut the hell up.

[Arthas is bitter.]

We both know that killing someone here barely even has a point.

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

A little fight for your life makes you feel alive. Which I've been having issues with lately.

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

Nothing ever makes me feel alive.

[Arthas swings the club at his head.]

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Thank god. If you believe in one.]

Poor fuckin' baby.

[Riddick dodges like a snake, ducking behind, doing a quick frisk around the beltline for one of arthas' glass knives before he pulls out of reach again.]

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

The living are weak.

[Ah, this he knows from swordfighting. He tries to bring the short end of the club down on Riddick's head while he's in range.

There's at least one knife there.]

Why can't you just leave me alone?

[spam]

[with_my_teacup]

You want me to walk?

[He doesn't go back for the knife he felt, getting out of reach again, scowling, confused.]

I can fucking walk. But once upon a time we could do this and you didn't get all philisophical beforehand.

What's wrong with you? What am I just not doing good enough for you?

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Contrary to popular belief, I don't just kill people indiscriminately. I don't have a problem with you.

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

You used to have a problem with me. At least enough to play a little. Remember that time I rewired my lamp?

What changed?

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

That was a lamp?

Maybe I think you've been through enough already.

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

You. Sympathy? Not even funny.

Yeah, there was a lamp, I electrified you with it.

[spam]

[darknessb4me]

Well, that's why it didn't work. You can't kill a Death Knight with furniture.

[He looks a little annoyed that someone even tried.]

Look, why don't you just go back to your room and get your head together, and then I'm sure you'll annoy me on your own in the natural course of events.

Re: [spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I thought-

[we were friends]

-I had you pegged.

That'll learn me.

[He snarls and turns on his heel, teeth grinding. So much for getting back into a comforting routine.]