[A long pause is followed by a bit of an uncertain sigh. However, when Arthas speaks, there is confidence in his tone. It doesn't feel right to address a large group of people without being somewhat formal.]

It has come to my attention that there are several individuals located here that are of royal descent.

Perhaps you can tell me of your kingdoms and the lands you rule or are to inherit. I am curious. In return, I shall speak on my kingdom and Azeroth itself, should you wish.

I must confess...this establishment is far beyond anything I've even imagined. The environment is...completely alien to me.

[OOC: /really wanted an excuse to use this icon]

[If you're passing by Sector 4, you might see the face of an unhappy princess. She's sitting near the butterfly pavilion alone, and looking like she'll kill anyone who even tries to talk to her. She just can't sit in her room any longer. The air in there is stifling and the grotesque ears attached to her head keep twitching like an unwanted appendage. For perhaps the one hundredth time that day, she lifts a hand up to touch one and shudders.

She has fur. Fuchsia fur. Growing out of her head. What kind of horrible place is this? A ball and chain. CAT EARS?! And why must she be forced to think of something perverse in order to remove them? If she still had her gun-sword, she would have already sliced them off. She sighs, a low groan erupting in her throat as she does.]

I only have to endure this for one day.

[ooc warning: Definite spoilers for R2. Also, so sorry for the tl;dr. I seriously fail at intros.]


[Have an accidental video of a face that I'm sure is QUITE recognizable for a lot of the inmates of Marina Asylum. Some of you have seen her before because she's from your world and others have seen a younger version of her, one with shorter hair and a translucently ruthless look in her eyes. Now, however, she looks slightly different. With long flowing hair and features that appear to be a bit older. It's not necessarily a physical change, but more so mental.

The furrow in her forehead creases, transforming her face into one etched with confusion and anger. Her eyes reread the accusations on the screen, mouth forming a thin white line as the color drains from her face.]

( Not so important spoilery stuff about her brothers and adorable sister )

[Her chin lifts sharply before she stands up, instinctively reaching for the sword-gun that she keeps sheathed at her side. But her fingers graze her hip instead, and she releases a low groan as lavender eyes peer around the room incredulously. She isn't surprised that it has been confiscated.

The only thing she is sure of is that this is not a room at the palace or a room in the Damocles. Not knowing who to direct her animosity at, and failing to notice she is being recorded for the entire network to see, fists form at her sides, and she stands tensely there, directing her indignation above, as if she expects some sort of hidden intercom or camera to receive her insults.]

I DO NOT appreciate being dragged from my home in such a cowardly manner! I demand to know where I have been taken at once!

[Ariel's been walking around, or trying to learn to, and looking around at all of the things inside the shelter and out. She's unsteady on her feet, and still...lacking any sort of real clothes to speak of, but she's happy enough to just be looking around at all the new and interesting things in the prison. She pulls out the small device and starts typing again, slowly.]

There's so many strange things here! I've never seen these moving metal pieces. One of them even asked if I wanted something to eat! What do you call them?

( Ashes to ashes, dust to dust )



Galaxia...

[Being the stubborn Prince he was, Arthas has neglected to seek out assistance from Sentience or the other prisoners. Instead, the video abruptly clicks on after he turns the communicator around in his hands several times, leaving the paladin to scowl irritably at the screen. All in all, it's likely a very comical display: much like a caveman trying to figure out how to move a rock. The screen shakes every now and then as he tries to get something, ANYTHING out of the communicator than he's already gotten. He mutters under his breath.]

...infernal device...by the Light--

[His frustration has mounted to the point of him refusing his meals, evident by a rather loud growl from his stomach as he tries to figure out what button does what. After all, maybe one of them would put him back where he was supposed to be...or get that stupid ball and chain off. One thing is for sure: Proud ol' Arthas is beyond restless with his forced routine. And if he keeps squeezing and pushing buttons as hard as he is...he might break something.]

[Seeing as the Lordaeron Prince came from a time before the gnomes and goblins saw fit to introduce technology into the human culture, Arthas was quite startled to find the visor over his eyes. Needless to say, he's flung it across the room by now, triggering the microphone so that all of the Asylum might hear his cries of rage (and perhaps fear) as he fruitlessly tries to finagle his way out of the ball and chain.]

No! Mal'Ganis--what is the meaning of this?!

[Needless to say, the brief glance he gave to the welcome message was not enough for him.]

I demand you release me this instant! You cannot fathom what you've just interrupted!

[OOC: Want a reference of his voice? Here you go~!]