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[apaintingdarkly]

I'm sure you're all excited about this return to normalcy, if that's what it is, but I still have one question for our new lord and master.

Worlds like this one don't revive on their own, not from the inside. The power has to come from somewhere - usually someone. Someone human, in the real world.

So: Who rejuvenated this one?

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[apaintingdarkly]

More than I'd like to. Usually I'm the one sealing them away. Places like this are dangerous, you might've noticed.

[chillestrogue]

So when you're not robbing museums, you're actually doing something worthwhile.

Interesting to note.

[apaintingdarkly]

Sometimes it's even both.

[ Whatever man he loves stealing, it is his life ]

[chillestrogue]

[Hey, Snart won't judge: he loves stealing too]

Guess you're not too good at the first job, are you?

[apaintingdarkly]

The hell gave you that idea?

[ He would be offended if he wasn't so confused. His skill at theft is legendary. ]

[chillestrogue]

The second job greatly outweighs the first in vast importance. Why are you bothering with small-time robbery?

[apaintingdarkly]

'Cause I like it.

[chillestrogue]

Heh.

[Private]

I might have a job, if you're interested.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

Depends on the job.

[ He does not take commissions except from pretty girls, mkay ]

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

You know a guy named Omar?

He stole something from another inmate here.

I want you to help me steal it back.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

[ That bastard who stabbed him? ]

With pleasure.

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

We're giving back the thing he stole. Just to say that up front.

I'll distract Omar, but I need you to be the one who goes into his room and gets the piece. I don't know where he's stashed it.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

Not a problem. What's the target?

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

A piece of armor. It'll have skulls on it, sort of a blue-gray coloring.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

Can't be that hard to find.

[ He's not going to say as much, but there's no way in hell he's going to give anything back to Arthas. Which is who he's pretty sure that armor belongs to. ]

You get me in the room, I'll get the armor out.

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

[Damn it, Dark. Must he plan for every contingency?]

And then?

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

[ You can try, anyway. ]

And then what? I'm not gonna drop it in your lap if you're still with Omar. You got a drop point you're gonna have to tell me.

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

It goes to Arthas. You tell him who sent you, you'll be fine.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

Alright, you got a deal.

[ And if he decides hitting Arthas is more important than having a future ally, well... they'll see what happens. ]

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

Glad to hear it.

Pull this off right, kid, and I'll owe you one.

[Private]

[apaintingdarkly]

Whatever, old man.

[Private]

[chillestrogue]

[A smirk, before a quick sign-off. Be seeing you, Dark]