03-24-2015, 08:53 PM
The hinting sting of lost memories caressed her thoughts as she recalled her own decimated world. The black meteors. The ravaged planet. The ultimate destruction. Her lost cause. The reality was: There was nothing left in her world to summon. The flinch only lasted a fleeting second as her gaze remained passive and dismissive of the conscious ignominy that crept into the softening soreness of her throat.
Caira examined the beings that the robot has conjured with a marvelous sparkle in her eye. "Wow! Your world must be amazing!" she exclaimed with great regard to the black and yellow creatures that seemed advanced and magical.
A low buzz hummed through the air with a vibrating murmur. The Prime watched them float away with their objectives and listened to TBG's suggestion. In response, Caira marched straight inside the guard headquarters.
As she turned in through the door she was swept aside, brushing noses with a fifty year old mate who wore a startlingly six foot tall hat that dropped and curled at its pointed end. The purplish hat seemed to be hiding a person inside, but she couldn't be sure.
"Oh! Excuse me miss! I'm Thomas Morel." he stated as though his name were enough to capture his heart. In response she only stared blandly at him, as her eyes grew fixated on his hat.
"Oh, I guess I was just wondering what that is on your head?" Caira thought it was polite to explain in case he assumed she was condemning his abstractly topped head.
Thomas didn't appreciate her preference of intrigue, nor how it disregarded him as a focal point however with a glimmer in his eye he explained what was on his mind. "I'm the man who was just about to invent an immortality potion for my king, when I was plucked from my home and brought here. No, I'm not a Prime but I had diligently committed my life to my work."
The girl failed to see the point in his confrontation with her and was growing increasingly weary as she felt the time crunching away in her thoughts. She phrased indelicately to the wizard, "Isn't something like that kind of pointless here?"
"Oh not so, not so! For you see there are plenty of Secondaries and speaking serpents who offer me a fair price for it."
"Well.. I'm not a Secondary so I guess I won't be needing it.. No offense but there really isn't much evidence to prove something like that really works here." Caira pointed out and wasn't sure the business this wizard had in the guard office. The relevance of their conversation had drifted from vague to worse as she began to step away from him.
"THAT ISN'T THE- point... Ehem. That's not the point. The point is, if you'll just come with me..." The wizard's face had spasmed with outrage against the hard-headed Prime, so he went to his last resort.
What a strange man. Now he wants to take me somewhere. Still.. I can't help but feeling as though there is something important hidden under that hat. The idea occurred to her that she could decapitate the link between the wizard's head, but with his anger coated words she asked simply, "Is there a problem?"
The temperamental wizard's eyes bulged dramatically at her stubbornness. As though he had spelled out his point so easily, he thought to himself 'Is this girl thick?' and with her evasive remarks he suddenly grabbed the Prime's forearm and launched off at a high speed, dragging her with some failing protest as they traveled deeper into the guard station. In the scramble Caira had grabbed TBG's arm too.
"HEY LAY OFF 'EM TOM!" someone shouted from behind.
Suddenly they stopped and a door shut them into a room. The two Prime's were trapped, enclosed in a fancy office with the mysterious wizard, "I'm Thomas Morel. I'm in charge of maintaining Dalaran's safety. Expert wizard and castor, pleasure to meet you."
Is this guy insane?! "Hm, why didn't you say so?" Caira asked the man who now seemed to be fishing for something stored in the long stretch of his hat.
"Well as much as we want the Prime who caused us trouble to be caught- Ah-ha!" he began before interrupting his own sentence with a shriek of joy. He had found what he was searching for and a shoe appeared from the hat. No, not a shoe.. A leg. Definitely a leg. That leg turned out to be a person and just so happened was the same small wizard guard in silver armor that had disappeared into a puff of green smoke from earlier. Immediately Caira's shoulders sharpened and her body language became a blitz, active and ready to charge at wisps of smoke. Thomas continued his sentence, "We don't really want Dalaran to be targeted even if it is to capture the very fugitive we exiled."
"Not sure I see one-hundred percent of your logic there, but I guess Prime's are capable of anything. So where is he?" her voice coaxed. It wasn't a question, but a hidden demand.
"I saw the whole thing," Thomas announced as his short wizard friend remained at his side, "The great Prime easily battled near twenty men before fleeing off the island, south, toward Minas Tirith. Where he is truly headed we do not know, but I would ask the citizens of the capital if they saw his Pegasus fly overhead."
"Why didn't you just say so?" she asked the shorter wizard, hoping for mor details.
"Listen, you are dealing with a very powerful Prime. Sure there are two of you but this man had an energy.. Yes, he's very tenacious indeed. A truly formidable adversary. I believe him to be a mage as well, Dalaran cannot be held accountable for the fate of two Prime's that happen to pursue him."
"Don't insult us," Caira growled from her pride, "I'll have you I know, on my planet I-"
The wizard interrupted her, "It does not matter what you did on your planet. Your fate is bound here now. And here in the Omniverse you will remain."
Caira's eyes dampened with his reasoning, "Alright sir, you have provided us with more than enough advice, your expertise will aid us in our battle to find him. We thank you." Caira declined any further conversation and began to leave the office. Yet trailing the two Primes as they exited and began to mount their transport was the little wizard, who dawdled at their feet.
"Hey! Don't forget me," he huffed and panted as though the short distance for them was twice that on his little legs.
"Hmm, wonder where those helper bees are," she turned as the wizard hobbled over to her with his staff in hand. Caira's gaze moved downward at him, "Hm? You're coming with us too, little man?"
"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" The little robust wizard exhaled, "Thomas doesn't leave Dalaran much, puts it at risk. Plus, I'd like to see you safely to Minas Tirith, not that you would miss a giant stone city, but my tracking magic is unbeatable. Hopefully we will be able to find out what level he is on and save you some time as we travel to the capital of Camelot- Minas Tirith!"
Caira examined the beings that the robot has conjured with a marvelous sparkle in her eye. "Wow! Your world must be amazing!" she exclaimed with great regard to the black and yellow creatures that seemed advanced and magical.
A low buzz hummed through the air with a vibrating murmur. The Prime watched them float away with their objectives and listened to TBG's suggestion. In response, Caira marched straight inside the guard headquarters.
As she turned in through the door she was swept aside, brushing noses with a fifty year old mate who wore a startlingly six foot tall hat that dropped and curled at its pointed end. The purplish hat seemed to be hiding a person inside, but she couldn't be sure.
"Oh! Excuse me miss! I'm Thomas Morel." he stated as though his name were enough to capture his heart. In response she only stared blandly at him, as her eyes grew fixated on his hat.
"Oh, I guess I was just wondering what that is on your head?" Caira thought it was polite to explain in case he assumed she was condemning his abstractly topped head.
Thomas didn't appreciate her preference of intrigue, nor how it disregarded him as a focal point however with a glimmer in his eye he explained what was on his mind. "I'm the man who was just about to invent an immortality potion for my king, when I was plucked from my home and brought here. No, I'm not a Prime but I had diligently committed my life to my work."
The girl failed to see the point in his confrontation with her and was growing increasingly weary as she felt the time crunching away in her thoughts. She phrased indelicately to the wizard, "Isn't something like that kind of pointless here?"
"Oh not so, not so! For you see there are plenty of Secondaries and speaking serpents who offer me a fair price for it."
"Well.. I'm not a Secondary so I guess I won't be needing it.. No offense but there really isn't much evidence to prove something like that really works here." Caira pointed out and wasn't sure the business this wizard had in the guard office. The relevance of their conversation had drifted from vague to worse as she began to step away from him.
"THAT ISN'T THE- point... Ehem. That's not the point. The point is, if you'll just come with me..." The wizard's face had spasmed with outrage against the hard-headed Prime, so he went to his last resort.
What a strange man. Now he wants to take me somewhere. Still.. I can't help but feeling as though there is something important hidden under that hat. The idea occurred to her that she could decapitate the link between the wizard's head, but with his anger coated words she asked simply, "Is there a problem?"
The temperamental wizard's eyes bulged dramatically at her stubbornness. As though he had spelled out his point so easily, he thought to himself 'Is this girl thick?' and with her evasive remarks he suddenly grabbed the Prime's forearm and launched off at a high speed, dragging her with some failing protest as they traveled deeper into the guard station. In the scramble Caira had grabbed TBG's arm too.
"HEY LAY OFF 'EM TOM!" someone shouted from behind.
Suddenly they stopped and a door shut them into a room. The two Prime's were trapped, enclosed in a fancy office with the mysterious wizard, "I'm Thomas Morel. I'm in charge of maintaining Dalaran's safety. Expert wizard and castor, pleasure to meet you."
Is this guy insane?! "Hm, why didn't you say so?" Caira asked the man who now seemed to be fishing for something stored in the long stretch of his hat.
"Well as much as we want the Prime who caused us trouble to be caught- Ah-ha!" he began before interrupting his own sentence with a shriek of joy. He had found what he was searching for and a shoe appeared from the hat. No, not a shoe.. A leg. Definitely a leg. That leg turned out to be a person and just so happened was the same small wizard guard in silver armor that had disappeared into a puff of green smoke from earlier. Immediately Caira's shoulders sharpened and her body language became a blitz, active and ready to charge at wisps of smoke. Thomas continued his sentence, "We don't really want Dalaran to be targeted even if it is to capture the very fugitive we exiled."
"Not sure I see one-hundred percent of your logic there, but I guess Prime's are capable of anything. So where is he?" her voice coaxed. It wasn't a question, but a hidden demand.
"I saw the whole thing," Thomas announced as his short wizard friend remained at his side, "The great Prime easily battled near twenty men before fleeing off the island, south, toward Minas Tirith. Where he is truly headed we do not know, but I would ask the citizens of the capital if they saw his Pegasus fly overhead."
"Why didn't you just say so?" she asked the shorter wizard, hoping for mor details.
"Listen, you are dealing with a very powerful Prime. Sure there are two of you but this man had an energy.. Yes, he's very tenacious indeed. A truly formidable adversary. I believe him to be a mage as well, Dalaran cannot be held accountable for the fate of two Prime's that happen to pursue him."
"Don't insult us," Caira growled from her pride, "I'll have you I know, on my planet I-"
The wizard interrupted her, "It does not matter what you did on your planet. Your fate is bound here now. And here in the Omniverse you will remain."
Caira's eyes dampened with his reasoning, "Alright sir, you have provided us with more than enough advice, your expertise will aid us in our battle to find him. We thank you." Caira declined any further conversation and began to leave the office. Yet trailing the two Primes as they exited and began to mount their transport was the little wizard, who dawdled at their feet.
"Hey! Don't forget me," he huffed and panted as though the short distance for them was twice that on his little legs.
"Hmm, wonder where those helper bees are," she turned as the wizard hobbled over to her with his staff in hand. Caira's gaze moved downward at him, "Hm? You're coming with us too, little man?"
"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" The little robust wizard exhaled, "Thomas doesn't leave Dalaran much, puts it at risk. Plus, I'd like to see you safely to Minas Tirith, not that you would miss a giant stone city, but my tracking magic is unbeatable. Hopefully we will be able to find out what level he is on and save you some time as we travel to the capital of Camelot- Minas Tirith!"
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