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[Accidental Voice/Action]
May. 25th, 2010 12:35 am[Arumat isn't in the habit of making voice posts to his journal... that alone should be a warning sign that something isn't right. What he says next should make the situation very clear.]
So you think you can challenge Death himself, do you?
[There's the high-pitched whine of his laser scythe clicking on, followed by a sound as it shifts to its four-bladed form.]
Diabolic Edge!
[After that, the only noises the journal picks up are the chaos of battle, yells and the hiss of the scythe's blade as it cuts through the air, sharp metallic clangs as it finds its mark on the marauding droids.
But eventually those sounds grow fainter and fainter until all that is left is silence. Those who stumble upon the scene outside of House 25 will find his scythe lying in the grass, his journal half-open against a rock several yards away. Droid parts litter the lawn and the path up to the house-- it's clear Arumat did not go quietly at all. The blood spattered on the dirt is further proof of this.]
So you think you can challenge Death himself, do you?
[There's the high-pitched whine of his laser scythe clicking on, followed by a sound as it shifts to its four-bladed form.]
Diabolic Edge!
[After that, the only noises the journal picks up are the chaos of battle, yells and the hiss of the scythe's blade as it cuts through the air, sharp metallic clangs as it finds its mark on the marauding droids.
But eventually those sounds grow fainter and fainter until all that is left is silence. Those who stumble upon the scene outside of House 25 will find his scythe lying in the grass, his journal half-open against a rock several yards away. Droid parts litter the lawn and the path up to the house-- it's clear Arumat did not go quietly at all. The blood spattered on the dirt is further proof of this.]
