DWC Day 4: Inadequate/Bond
Trixany and the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls are greeted by the new master of Castle Nathria...
Prince Renathal: GOOD EVENING *appears behind them, spooky venthyr voice*
Flava Girls: AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhh!
Trixany: Alright, Renathal. Playtime is over. You gave up your chance to become a real prince back in the day with your silly revolution! We're here to rescue Denathrius and you won't distract us.
Renathal: I know. I have multiple hearthstone-shaped lumps on the back of my head to prove it. *folds his hands elegantly* I had hoped that it was just a flagrant disregard of our No Throwing Into the Maw sign I had placed there since the last incident--
Shuga Slam: What's tea-time guy blathering on about?
Coco: Oh, you didn't play through Shadowlands. He got thrown into the Maw. By Denathrius. By the neck.
Burmussia: Oof! Who says that anymore? And this is coming from a dame thoooousands of years old. *tosses feather boa over her shoulder*
Renathal: I appreciate your inadequate efforts to be fashionably late. However, we no longer support Sire Denathrius as our defacto dictator. He's been... deposed. What you've sashayed in here proposing to do to Revendreth, and all of existence is today considered... Illegal.
Trixany: I want the sword!
Mojo: Ya, mon! You give her dat sword Remornia or I shrink ya head! Unless you give me dat tea party, and maybe I won't be shrinkin' ya head?
Renathal: Oh! Well, tea party it is then--
Trixany: Ladies!! Stay focused. We have on our evil sunglasses for a reason. This is the Flava Girls' domination era. We are Christina Aguilera Filthy, we are Britney Spears Toxic. We are Lady Gaga's Disease! We're being bad Renathal, so give us the sword! We are freeing Denathrius, tonight. *finger snap*
Coco: New song lyrics sis?
Trixany: Oh puhlease. You know I don't do anything original. But give me a song to parody and it's done-done-done like Kpop Demon Slayers--
Renathal: Hrmph! You know, you may think us Warcraft vampires uncultured, but I am a fan of every singer you just mentioned. Really, I think any great pop star responsible for the eventual emergence of Chapell Roann's My Kink is Karma song, must have some good in them. That is, after all, the atonement process. Eliciting something divine out of someone deemed to be damned.
Sandy Dunes: Why that song? That's not a vampire song.
Renathal: It's simply my favorite. I play along on my saxaphone. Would you like a demonstration?
Sandy: Um no. Hashtag sad fox ears.
Trixany: We will fight you for that sword! Come on girls, it's six against one!!
Renathal: No need. As I said, you have inspired me to have a change of heart about your girl band, but I need to be sure. I need us to truly bond, as allies! If you pass my little test, I shall grant you whatever your heart desires. Though if you fail--
Shuga: *raises hand* Can I wrestle that bear-gargoyle in front of everyone if we fail?
Renathal: ... well. That's more entertaining than the Maw, I suppose. So, yes.
Trixany: Heeey, why were you down in the Maw again anyway, Renethal? In the exact spot Denathrius thrust you in? Karma kink? Chapelle Roan punishing her lover? You have a thing for that cage, don't you?
Renathal: Far be it for YOU to judge me, Trixany Cuomo. I know your sinstone. The many despicable things you did with Kael'thas Sunstrider back in the Outland could have filled a graveyard of them.
Trixany: Woohoo! On with the Castle Nathria game show! *cheers*
Renathal: Are you certain? You could turn back now and go home. That is, atone. I, for one, would prefer the revealing, juicy talk show full of Kael'thas-Trixany secrets.
Trixany: I said we're fine playing your damned weird vampire party game so let's get to it already.
Trixany: And it better not be another boring Venthyr daily quest out here that I've already done.
Renathal: No need to be hateful in your fake Judgment armor paladin class set.
Renathal: That's just from the Warcraft anniversary, isn't it.
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