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[ un: black prince / ut malum pluvia | audio ]

[ un: black prince | audio ]

[ It's been days since the kraken first appeared and half of them were forced to commandeer ships to escape. Some might have already figured out why the danger seems to be receding, however slowly, and so there really isn't any need for some big announcement. Certainly not a whole-ass debate over what to do with a magical object that summoned this mess and nearly dragged them down to the bottom of the ocean.

Some would disagree, and one such red-eyed prince insisted on hunting down an old man who thought they'd settled this already.

The feed that starts is audio only, but the clear sound of Wrathion's voice is easily recognisable. He appears to be talking to someone else, and although his tone is neutral enough anyone who has spoken to him at length can likely discern the faint note of irritation in his choice of wording. ]

This... artefact is alive, dangerous. The mermaids are drawn to it. The wards on the box I have secured it back inside contain it, to some degree, but not entirely. I would still have preferred it destroyed, but if you are so insistent on keeping it I must strongly recommend people are aware it travels with us. This party now has two mysteriously living body parts. You don't consider that a concern they deserve to be made aware of?

[ The voice that answers is, for those that recognise it, Five. He does not sound in the best of moods. ]

There's nothing to say. I told you already, we don't know what happens if we destroy it. We don’t need to make this any more complicated, so the best option is to keep it hidden until we figure this out. [ A pause and his tone gets sharper. ] Trust me, I've —

[ At this point, Five notices Wrathion is recording him when he starts to hear an echo. There's a muffled "really?" and a long silence when the device shuts off. When it turns back on several minutes later they seem to have reached an agreement, and Five's voice suddenly sounds clearer. ]

[ un: ut malum pluvia | audio ]

You might have noticed that we're all still alive. We called off Vane's mission, the magic tongue he used to unleash the undead armada is sealed away safely, and everything should be fine.

[ There. All the relevant details. Happy, Wrathion? ]

Congratulations, we won. Now can we get the hell out of here?

Threaded | Flat

[Just, with so much exasperation:]

Next time, let me run some tests on these things before you seal them away.

The artifact is... alive?

[Wrathion at least can probably imagine the expression on Anduin's face in response to this information, especially considering the artifact in question is -- a tongue. A human tongue. In a box.]

How can you be certain?

Oh, grand, why not keep it with the heart the corpse eater has, we can build ourselves a monster!

( zero percent happy over here, but listening and going what storm struck nonsense will come next?! )

I'm sorry, how many undead body parts do we have?

[She's asking you, Five, not Wrathion, though she feels like she might get more straight answers out of the the one she's not related to.

It's weird when you assume straight answers out of a acquaintance over your own family.]

Neatly done, the both of you. Where's the sealed tongue now?

( asking five, because five has a history of bad decisions in deciding what should or shouldn't be known or forgotten. and getting frustrated with unknown objects of power. )

At this point that marks two body parts linked to a life without the host body, and some sort of compulsion... are they cursed, such as the mirrors seem to be? Or a person cursed by one?

( sorry he's just thinking out loud now, meandering along even while it's apparent he'd been, ah, fighting. the dead. if one listens. )

And were you ever planning to tell us about this 'magic tongue' if this had not happened, Master Five?

Thank you for your service, Master Wrathion.

[As soon as the device starts to transmit a familiar voice, she pays attention. By her count, Wrathion should be on the Rooster with her, but it's pretty clear right now that she lost track of a whole-ass dragon-shaped friend.

When Five's voice follows, her eyebrows migrate to her hairline. She waits, waits, and immediately in reply to Five's intervention:]

No, I'm sure a lot of us are enjoying this cruise from hell and want it to last longer. But thanks for asking.

( ...and yet between them, which stands the greater fool? Allow Lan Wangji a moment to c o n s i d e r. )

Permit it studied.

Sealed away safely where?

[ sealing something away or burying it means it's still there to be uncovered. ]

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