[Log] "We want ANSWERS, corpse." pt 1.
Campion shows up in the same full armour Lark saw him in the FIRST time they clashed. He tugs on a gauntlet and eyes the death knight.
( "Has he woken up or come back to life or whatever the hell yet, Ley," he mutters. )
Entry tags:
- aleyna,
- blame larkspur for everything,
- campion,
- campy has a bad trip,
- charlie's in the trees,
- dawnherald hereditary stupidity,
- death knights are like cockroaches,
- he used exorcism on my fase,
- ic,
- kamil te kar,
- larkspur,
- larkspur is a dick,
- mad with grief,
- operation: where'd it go? v.2,
- ow,
- poor campy,
- ptsd whee!,
- rp logs,
- the floor is lava
[Log] "HIT IT, LEY. LEY, HIT IT, KILL IT, I DON'T CARE!"
The steady tramp of booted feet intrudes on the night-sounds of the bay. Footsteps that stop before the door of a certain apartment. Ordinarily, were this a *polite*, *social* visit, whoever-it-is would probably knock. Ordinarily. This time there's just a long silence, not even the sound of anyone breathing--before the door bursts in with a splintering crash, folding around an armored shoulder as the invader shoves his way inside, runeaxe drawn, expression fixed in a predatory snarl. "*Campion.*" Lark's voice is a venomous hiss, little improving his accented Common. ( "I know you're here. Can smell you. WHERE ARE YOU?" )