what kind of operation are you running over here anyway?

[darknessb4me]

[Who:] Arthas and Claire (and open for multithreads, esp. if Narcissa wants to tag in)
[What:] Arthas pelts the welcome wagon with questions
[When:] the same day as Arthas' introductory network post
[Where:] Civilian base, near the fountain
[Warnings:] highly flammable

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[darknessb4me]

Arthas scanned her head-to-toe immediately when she appeared, mostly trying to judge threat. Not armed. Not armored. Desk job. Yes, even on Azeroth they have desk jobs. And there was the mark on her hand - he didn't quite relax when he saw it, but he did loosen his grip on the sword at his side.

At some level, she registered as pretty, but it wasn't terribly important. An ally and an asset, rank still unknown, and going to debrief him. It didn't really matter whether that had been her intention or not; he'd gotten her attention, he needed information, and she probably had it. That was generally his definition of 'ally.' Someone who would help him whether they wanted to or not. And if they usually wanted to help anyway, that was probably the closest he got to 'friend.'

"It was fine. Bennet?"

[darknessb4me]

"A Death Knight of the Scourge. And, for now, on your side." He smirked. He was surprised no one had recognized his name yet. At the least, though, they would recognize that. He drummed his fingers on the pommel of his sword absently.

"What's your rank, Claire?"

[truth_is_cold]

The mall wasn't as defenceless as it looked. Sarah had placed healthy barricades up at all but one of the entrances. The only accessible point was monitored, and there were spells left in place by their wizards to give added protection

[darknessb4me]

Yeah, it was probably the zombie rot. It clings.

Arthas stopped short at the threshold - this looked important, like someone at least knew what they were doing. An armory. Albiet very makeshift; he knew they were the "civilians" but hadn't thought this was going to be fought like a peasant uprising. Everyone take a pitchfork. With his luck, the militants would already have airborne. Your skills are needed. Evidently. They'd brought in the right man, then. Let it never be said he couldn't make the best out of a bad situation.

"Death Knight Arthas Menethil reporting. I was told to come here."

[truth_is_cold]

Were there more swords, Rhade gladly would have taken advantage of them.

Rhade looked up, surveying the very large, and well armored man that came through the door. He might have even spent more time adoring that armor if it wasn't for the reek he brought with him. It reminded him quite a bit of those bodies that rose, grappled for him soon after his introduction.

He tilted his head slightly and slowly stood.

"I'm Commander Rhade. I received a notice to expect someone for tactics and combat. Your rank has yet to be issued." He shoved the papers aside. "What are you already aware of, besides that you've been thrust into a war you probably care nothing about and have been assigned a side."

[darknessb4me]

Arthas nodded - he didn't so much stand at attention as never left it. His fingers drummed absently on the pommel of Frostmourne.

"I can work the communications network, I know the identifying signs of the respective armies and what the arena of events is called, I know that you have loose undead outside that can be an asset, I know that this isn't my world, I know we have informants on the Militant side and I know that when we win, I get to go back to my own war.

Killing them shouldn't be a problem. I'm something of a specialist. Are these maps accurate?"

[comedyofmanors]

((ooc: I'm sorry about my lateness! It's cool if three threads would be too much/you just want to assume. :) ))

Narcissa doesn't look like a soldier, for which she is eternally grateful. She also doesn't look quite like a witch, which she's slightly less happy about, but the Muggle clothes she's found are at least clean and well-made, the shops with the least practical clothing have, unsurprisingly, been looted least. She's found a silky burgundy evening dress which falls to the middle of her calves- hidden by the tellingly witchy-looking buttoned boots she arrived in- and a long black coat. It's slightly too big on her, but she carries it as if that's the point of it. Outsized coats are in this season. Obviously

it's totally fine! :D <3

[darknessb4me]

The smile on Arthas' face was as charming as it was automatic, practiced - but not fake. Something in him had been pressed so hollow that even feigned emotion was as real as he could get. Or maybe even the real emotion had nothing behind it.

He did like being remembered as royalty, though.

"We're allies here. Prince Arthas is fine."

<3

[comedyofmanors]

She knew the way class worked, though she was admittedly used to being at the top of the social tier. Still, perhaps that simply gave her an insight into the fact that the best way to appease most members of the upper class was to remember their station- preferably without being too obsequious.

"Marvelous," she said, moving swiftly onwards. "Then Mrs Malfoy will be appropriate. You had questions, I believe?"

<3

[darknessb4me]

Mrs. Malfoy. Somewhere between hey you, human and a military title, then. Not quite readable. Old money though - he'd grown up around enough nobility to be able to pick out the signs. It barely mattered to him any more, though. They all died the same.

"Mostly regarding the state of our defenses and standing army. The ... resetting has been explained to me. I'm puzzled how we're expected to win a war when the enemy doesn't stay dead."