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[forourqueen]

[Good evening, Accord. How are you all doing? Getting ready to sleep

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[deadwhisperer]

[ It....is definitely the absolutely last thing Adel expected to see when he opened the door to his room to see what all the racket was about. So he might just be staring now, pale and interally going 'OH SHIT'. ]

[forourqueen]

[The horse stops when it hears the door opening, swiveling a half-rotted ear in Adel's direction before making a low snort.

There's a sound of old leather creaking slightly as the man - or what at least used to be a man - raises his head and opens his eyelids. There's a sickly yellow glow underneath, but the sockets themselves are empty.

Withered muscles tense a bit as the man turns his head to glare at Adel, and suddenly there's a throwing knife in the opened door.]

[deadwhisperer]

[ sdkjhfskjdg he makes a...rather pathetic "yiiiii!" sound as he throws his hands up over his head and dives for the ground, wide-eyed and OH GOD WHY ]

[forourqueen]

[As Adel is diving for safety - in a most amusing way - the man on the horse disappears into thin air.

Shaking its rather decimated mane, the horse simply stays where it is, waiting for its master to be done drawing blood.]

[forourqueen]

[He usually likes it when they scream, but that was too damn loud. The old leather creaks as he raises his head to glare at her with empty sockets.]

Shut your mouth, Alliance scum,, or I will do it for you.

[umbrare]

[And Dog is poofing into existence in front of her, in between her and the zombie.

He wags his tail.]

[forourqueen]

[The appearance of the shadowy creature makes the corpse draw two rather gruesome-looking daggers. The horse snorts again and slams a hoof against the floor.]

[birdmetaphor]

[Robin sort of... runs into this guy and his horse on his way up to his room, right after he gets out from the stairwell. he looks surprised as anyone would be to find an undead horse walking around the castle, but that's quickly followed by a look of dry annoyance.]

I swear to the gods, if this is Adel's fault...

[forourqueen]

Whose fault?

[The corpse in the saddle hisses, glaring down at Robin.]

[birdmetaphor]

Oh, you're sentient too.

[Robin doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned that he is being glared at by a corpse. which is probably a bad thing, but hey.]

No one. He wouldn't be that smart.

Who are you?

[forourqueen]

None of your business. I do not answer to the living.

[He snarls out the word 'living' like it was far more disgusting than the fact that his own jaw was coming loose on one side.]

[adstringis]

[Nishi's in a good mood, whistling under her breath as she comes back down from the library, journal and two books in her grasp, and she sees the new resident and his pet.

yeah, what's walking again? she seems to have forgotten it. :|]

[forourqueen]

[The horse stops, giving a slight snort as the corpse in the saddle moves.

Humans? Why did it have to be a damn fortress full of humans?

Gritting his teeth slightly (and thus making the ripped flesh around his mouth tear even more), he stands up in the stirrups.]

You. Get over here or die.

[adstringis]

[Oh great, the corpse moves too! But, she frowns at his statement. That...makes no sense to her.]

Now why would I want to get closer to you?

[forourqueen]

Because you will tell me where in the Dark Lady's name I am.

[He snarls, drawing one of his daggers. After spending a whole night trying to get out, he had lost his patience.]

[challengesworld]

[There's this guy with clocks for eyes just staring at this bizarre sight for a long time, frowning as if he knows that something is wrong with this picture.]

[On second thought, maybe he hadn't been thinking about that at all. His frown bursts into a wide grin and he waggles his fingers in the semblance of a wave. And this is an angel who kills people for a living.]

Why, hello there! My, very nice horse you have there. Very nice. If a bit dead. Honestly, I don't think dead horses are the best to ride, but whatever floats your boat. Or horse. Do horses even float...?

Anyways, welcome to Paradisa!

[forourqueen]

[The daggers are up at once, because really - the only winged things he's seen are priests, paladins and the damn val'kyr... and he hates them all.]

Paradisa?

[challengesworld]

Yep! Kind of ironic, since it is like a prison, and it's called after paradise. But it's really nice, I can attest to that!

[He continues to smile, unperturbed by the daggers.]

What's your name, undead person on an undead horse?

[forourqueen]

Interesting.

[He gives the winged... thing another look.]

My name is of no use to you.