From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 08:53:02

*opens the door and looks you over disinterestedly*

Can I help you?

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 08:54:18

*smiles* Yeah, mate. Mind if I come in for a sec? We need to talk.

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 08:55:57

*smiles back* I do mind, actually. 'Bye now.

*goes to close the door*

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:00:17

*sticks his foot in it*

*calmly* It's just...I need your input on something. Niënor and I got ourselves hitched, see, but I'm sort of bored of her already. If I start building a harem, do you think I'll have to chain her up to keep her from running away? I'd let her out for walks on alternate Thursdays. In return for various degrading sexual favors, of course.

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:03:22

*gets a vaguely unsettled look on his face before it disappears just as quickly, as if he himself is not aware of it*

Like I give a shit. *slams the door shut, shoving your foot out of the gap in the process*

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:05:33

*stares at the door in disbelief*

So...Pod Person?

*steps back up to the door and throws it open* Okay then. Let's talk about Beleg. And Nellas.

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:08:09

*backs you out into the hallway*

You don't want to fuck with me, Mablung.

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:12:35

But you want to fuck with Beleg, apparently. Your best friend. The woman you claimed to love. You want to fuck her and knock her up and break her heart? *scratches his chin* How does love work in Vala Land? I don't think I get it.

*right up in your face* And Nellas? The sweetest girl in the world? Your friend? Sort of adores you? Tell me this is all part of some larger plan that my puny brain is incapable of understanding.

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:15:57

*looks flat-out horrified for just that tiniest of moments again*

*seemingly winning some internal struggle* They've outlived their limited usefulness.

*turns to go back inside* *looks over his shoulder at you* You may not have. Yet.

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:18:51

*grabs hold of your arm and pulls you around* What the fuck, man. What the fuck??

*punches you in the face*

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:22:09

*is forced backward a step* *sees stars, unprepared for the blow*

*dabs blood off his lip with the back of his hand* *narrows his eyes at you*

Leave, Mablung. This is your last warning.

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:25:43

*could not have missed your earlier reaction if he'd tried* *his voice rising* Why? Afraid of what I have to say?

*throws another punch*

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:30:02

*catches your fist and squeezes, crushing your bones* *in a bored tone of voice* Oh will you just die??

*inhales* *pours a torrent of noise into your mind, deafening you to thought*

*presses a hand flat against your chest and shoves* *exhales*

	From: mablung	Date: 08/28/2007 09:42:17

*is thrown clear down to the far end of the hallway at an incredible speed*

*hits the wall with a sickening crunch and collapses to the floor in a crumpled heap, senseless*

	From: gorthol	Date: 08/28/2007 09:43:21

*slowly walks over and hunkers down beside your body*

*notes that you seem to still be breathing, barely* Hmm. Out of practice.

*irritatedly swats at a voice buzzing in his skull* *processes one of the many images being flung at him* Well. *smiles* I suppose it's only sporting.

*finds your cell phone and dials the emergency number* There's a man here, hurt. *gives the building's address* *with eerie calm* He may die.

*hangs up, drops the phone on your still form, and disappears*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 08/28/2007 10:05:58

*is in the ER when the bewildered EMTs bring Mablung in*

*thinks the address of the building where they found him sounds familiar but ignores that for the time being* *takes stock of the situation while Mablung is prepped for surgery but can draw no conclusions regarding what, exactly, happened*

*has the nurses call the top three contacts stored in his cell phone and leave messages*