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

[text/some time later]

[routemistress]

no. it's not fair that anyone else should have to deal with you because I failed to keep my big mouth closed. I picked the quarrel and you can take it out of me. if an apology is insufficient you may take your satisfaction some other way.

yes, this is an apology. I should have left you alone.

[text/some time later]

[tentacruelest]

I don't recall ever seeing the slightest twinge of remorse from you, Wildthyme. This is a momentous occasion.

[text/some time later]

[routemistress]

I apologised for chucking marbles at you, that time.

I'm not willing for someone else to get it in the neck because I speak before I think. I shouldn't have spoken at all. Taunting you's not what I'm here for.

[text/some time later]

[tentacruelest]

You are one of a dozen souls hauranging me at ev'ry turn. I am fed up with it all. And I am not merciful.

[text/some time later]

[routemistress]

I don't need mercy. But you can take it out on me, not any bugger else.

[text/some time later]

[tentacruelest]

A soul given is not the same as one taken. I know your heart, Iris Wildthyme; despair is found in the fates of your friends, and not your own.

[text/some time later]

[routemistress]

You know nothing about me or my friends. Well, I apologised and made the offer. On your own head be it.

[text/some time later]

[tentacruelest]

I can promise you one thing; whatever else happens, it will not be boring.