"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sergeant?" the Death Knight Initiate asked.
Beckyann rolled her eyes, not bothering to look down at the Knight as she held the pail up over her head, "Of course it's a good idea! It's very important that when someone wrongs you, you put them in their place, wouldn't you say? Besides, this cannot possibly fail!"
The Knight she was addressing gave a long-suffering sigh, peering up at her and shaking his head. She was being held up by a second Knight who had the unenviable and awkward task of hoisting Beckyann by her hips such that she could reach the top of the doorframe that they were standing near.
The door was located deep in the heart of Acherus, near the smithy and leading to a workshop that was filled with a large variety of different mechanical devices in various states of completion, some of which were covered with tarps. Here and there strange mechanical noises could be heard throughout the shop or emanating from beneath the tarps. The Knight shook his head again, ducking to avoid one of Beckyann's swinging boots as she arched her back to reach the wooden frame she'd attached to the top of the door.
"I'm not sure, Sergeant. I really don't think this is going to work, and besides, isn't Private Taugrim going to be mad that you're in his workshop?" the Knight said, misgivings in his voice.The Knight holding Beckyann up said nothing, likely just wanting to get the entire endeavor over with as soon as possible.
Beckyann paused in place, carefully balancing the pail she'd been working with to shoot the Initiate a glare, "It's going to work! Now shut it. We had a deal here if you remember. You two got off of the next two duty shifts for helping me. Grab your end of the rope there and get ready. Once I balance this you'll need to attach it to the door handle, got it?"
The Knight sighed and nodded, taking up the end of the rope that Beckyann had indicated. He began to tug on it, nearly getting kicked in the head again as Beckyann almost lost her balance. Fortunately she wasn't in her armor, or it was likely either he or the other Knight would have been needing repairs before the entire thing was over. Ducking past where his partner was holding the Sergeant up, he began to tie the rope to the door handle, rolling his eyes at her impish giggling as she began to settle the pail into place.
Just as he had finished tying the rope to the door handle, disaster predictably struck. He began to step away from the door right as it was yanked opened from the other side, the rope he had just fastened pulling taut suddenly and neatly close-lining him across his forehead. He stumbled backwards, bumping into the Knight that was holding Beckyann aloft.
Not expecting the sudden movement, the second Knight stumbled sideways, also catching himself on the rope and then tripping over his comrade who had fallen over. With the clatter of metal plates striking metal plates the second Knight lost his balance and fell, releasing Beckyann's hips and thrusting her away from himself so as not to have her fall on top of him.
If Beckyann's screech as she sailed through the air with the pail still in her hands was somewhat comical, what happened next was downright astonishing. In mid-flight she tried to release the pail, knowing she was going to collide with one of the walls near the doorway. Unfortunately for her, the pail simply sailed out of her hands and collided with the stone wall just above where she herself hit it. Beckyann rebounded from the stones and landed on her rear, looking up in horror as the pail bounced with her and tipped over, pouring down over her head.
A gush of green necrotic ooze flowed out of the pail and onto her blonde head, completely dousing her with the sticky, diseased substance that she'd had collected from the ghoul pits. It flowed down over her head, soaking into her dress and running down her arms and legs before pooling on the floor around her. She blinked in shock, her mouth opened in surprise as she gasped over and over again, horrified at the fact that her clothing and hair had been ruined.
Her two companions in the scheme rose from the pile that they had fallen into to stand before her, looking down at her and trying their hardest not to laugh. In the doorway stood a dwarf Death Knight, not Private Taugrim, but instead just one of the residents of Acherus who had likely come on some errand or another. The dwarf blinked once at the goo-covered woman and then let out a laugh, the sound echoing through the workshop and setting the other two Knights to laughing at well.
"Lass, what in the fel are ye doin' eh?" the dwarf asked between fits of hysterical laughter.
Beckyann merely grunted, rising to her feet and angrily flicking goo and ooze off her arms and out of her eyes. Once she'd managed to clear them of diseased fluids she worked up her most scathing glare, which had absolutely no impact on the still-laughing Knights or the dwarf.
"Ooooo! He's going to pay for this eventually!" Beckyann shrieked before storming off down the hall, leaving little green, ooze covered footprints everytime her boots pressed down on the stones.
The laughter trailed after her for some time, echoing through the chambers of Acherus, the sound out of place in that dark hold of undeath.
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