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Meanwhile, Outside in the Storm

Nov 29, 2009 22:07

[Onyxia glared up at her brother from where he'd dumped her in the mud. Now he was demanding she wash him.

How demeaning! This was not the way he should treat the Lady of the Blackflight! He'd be sleeping in the storm tonight! No nice warm cavern for him!]

I am not a washerwoman to scrub you clean, dear brother." [She plucked at her still ( Read more... )

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corpseknight December 2 2009, 20:43:32 UTC

[Somewhere inside the Emerald Dream, there's a druid objecting to the idea he'd mud-bathe in his humanoid form. Really now.

Meanwhile, back in consensual reality, Larkspur trails after Greyspell's entourage of Eyes and voidwalker, content to slog through the mud. It helps that most of it freezes over solid as he passes, the continuing rain passing through the zone of glacial cold wrapped around him and turning into so many snowflakes before it hits the ground.

When the warlock stops to address himself to the two hu--no, they don't smell right for humans--the two whatevers, the death knight digs a cinnamon roll out from where he's stashed them, gnawing on the frozen-over treat in silence.]

blackrock_lord December 6 2009, 20:29:32 UTC

[Glaring at your sister just might help. Just maybe.]

Then use your magics, darling sister, and try to do it sometime or another.

[He rumbled, glaring briefly at the living blood elf. Dead ones was not as interesting.]

the_darklady December 6 2009, 20:56:21 UTC

[Onyxia stood, holding herself with an air of offended grace. She hissed in displeasure at the mud now joining the rainbow on her cloak. Then she eyed her brother.]

I suppose I ought to test the effects of the spells upon something before trying it on my cloak and dress. I wouldn't want to ruin them further.

[She glanced over at the new arrivals and sniffed a little in a haughty fashion. Then she absently flicked her hand at Lord Nefarius, casting a dispelling charm on the paint splattered across his face and head - just to test before doing the rest. As she did so she addressed the two elves.]

Not that it is any concern to you and your... entourage, but I hardly think my dear lord brother would be pleased using a tub that orcs, trolls, dwarves, or heavens forbid, undead have used previously. Without staff, who knows what sort of unpleasantness has been left at the bottom of the tub.