8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

Comments

[indispensible]

And you're not nearly as petty or stupid as you'd like everyone to think.

If you hurt my inmate, I'll stop you.

[Which is not a threat but a promise. She hangs up.]

[tentacruelest]

[A cold look back at the empty screen before Jones shuts off his end as well.

No. He's not near so petty or dumb. But to be so would have made his life at least easier if truly torturing others gave him any measure of deeper satisfaction]