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tentacruelestTh' 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?]
[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?]
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Date: 2013-11-12 06:32 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-12 06:41 pm (UTC)[ Yeah, that makes sense. ]
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Date: 2013-11-12 06:58 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-12 08:21 pm (UTC)Second, I always think twice. We're just fine with your anger. Welcome it, even.
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Date: 2013-11-12 08:22 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-12 10:09 pm (UTC)[ It is so easy to twist these words around. ]
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Date: 2013-11-12 10:11 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-12 11:36 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 01:32 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 01:41 am (UTC)We are very keen on justice. And when we watched the two of you, listened to you snip and snipe we flipped for it. And I win. There is no justice in letting you continue, holding everyone on edge with the will you or won't you, go after who she cares about.
Well, I'm calling you out. Fool that she is, she cares about us. An we will gladly meet you the field.
Put your money where your mouth is, Captain.
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Date: 2013-11-13 01:54 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:28 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:29 am (UTC)T'night, late. On the deck.
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Date: 2013-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 03:24 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 03:27 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 04:27 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 05:36 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 05:47 am (UTC)So can I ask you a question? Before we proceed with senseless violence.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:48 am (UTC)Ask your question.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:57 am (UTC)[ He's had time past his initial foolish impulse to think on it, to mull it over with his better half, and now they want to know why. ]
Iris means you no real harm, and her offense is sharp, but men of our stature should be able to handle the nattering of one woman. And she does natter. God, does she.
I understand pride. I've hurt men for less. But here, it seems... meaningless, the longer we engage it. Tiring.
[ He takes a drag, smoke slipping through the gap in his cheek, though most of it makes it down into his lungs. ]
Or maybe that's just our black mood talking. The mirror told us harsh truths, and we have found little pleasure since.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:00 am (UTC)There is nothing in my life that has meaning any longer. Life now is nothing but a long, slow trudge to the grave. Bloodshed - the suffering of men who are not myself - is one of the few pleasures I have left. It allows me to recall the days when I was feared and free.
That is why I bother.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:11 am (UTC)Well, to the days when we were feared and free, then.
[ He misses them too, sometime. ]
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)They were excellent days. The best ones. There will ne'er be a time come again for them.
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