absentconstellation: (shleepy cat)
[personal profile] absentconstellation
[ For whatever reason, Pounce has chosen to make this post while lying on top of a file. It isn't evident from the video whose file it is, though that will become apparent in a moment. It does kind of look like he found it and immediately decided it was a bed, though. ]

I have evidently been entrusted with Arthas' file. Given the circumstances, however, I believe it is safe to assume that I will not be taking the role of his permanent warden. None the less, until I am told otherwise I shall consider myself responsible for him as though I were.

I presume you are still free of the Lich King, Arthas. So long as you do not try my patience I will keep my claws to myself.

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Date: 2015-05-11 03:01 am (UTC)
brbculling: (to the ends of the earth)
From: [personal profile] brbculling
[Arthas' smile gets wider and he slips his hand into the fire - or, tries.

Damn. That's not even real fire. His fingers bonk off of it, then curl into a fist which he slams into the barrier like a sledgehammer. It doesn't give. Great.

That established, he looks back at the cat.]


We're going to stay here in the hall all day?

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Date: 2015-05-12 12:37 am (UTC)
brbculling: (stratholme)
From: [personal profile] brbculling
I am not a child.

[Sleep spells are common on Azeroth, and one of the things he'd warded for. A rune warded into his armor near the collar flares. He doesn't fall.]

Go to hell.

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Date: 2015-05-12 11:14 pm (UTC)
brbculling: (ready)
From: [personal profile] brbculling
[The rune's magic is seared into the metal of the armor, dormant until it's needed but very awake now. Arthas grins again and brings his knife up to intercept the cat - he doesn't care what gets clawed if he can get a good injury in.]

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Date: 2015-05-13 04:22 am (UTC)
brbculling: (seethe)
From: [personal profile] brbculling
[Arthas curses, and mentally adds another ability to his checklist. Healing. Fine. Any blow must be fatal immediately.]

Light damn it!

[The rune breaks once clawed, and he fights to stay upright with sheer willpower. His eyes droop shut and he trembles, but it only lasts a few seconds. His knees buckle and he tips back onto the barrier and slumps into a heap.

Zzz.]

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