06-23-2017, 08:15 AM
A new day.
And with it, new opportunities to demonstrate angelic restraint. Here was Illidan Stormrage, a Prime who was almost solely responsible for the deaths of hundreds of Darkshire residents, a nose away from him. If Tearen hadn't been trying to protect the Hylian, he would have been tempted to give the demon hunter a smooch on his prodigious nose. The green glint that bled through his ubiquitous blindfold almost matched the exact same green radiance that bloomed from Tearen's human eyes. Both of them a sign of great power, but in and of themselves, could not have been more different. The ex-abomination tipped a coffee cup up to his lips and held up a calming hand to Malon and Sage, who had reflexively brought weapons to their hands. Everyone knew that Stormrage couldn't start anything in this camp without exploding in a fashion more literal was already the case.
"Ah...well, Illidan, I divulged the whole story last night on a Syntech livestream, so maybe you should grab your tablet back from Gildarts and have a gander at the recording while you walk today. I'm sure you'll find it..." Tearen waved a hand around in the air as he tried to conjure appropriate words, "...entertaining? You'll have to forgive me; we're in a bit of a rush this morning." the eldritch human said in a polite tone, draining the last dregs of his coffee and setting the mug on a grimy counter top. His skin began to ripple and crack as black glass crawled its way over his body, and once more Tearen adopted the visage of the brown-robed enigma. The halberd was also summoned, but if only because it made an adequate walking aid, and the Shadow was jealous of the Sage's staff. Speaking of the chronicler...
"Sage, sorry for not following up with you last night. My plans in light of these revelations are, ironically, so utterly secret that I cannot even hint to their nature. I'm sure you'll come to understand, in time. For now, I simply appreciate your help in hearing out my tale." the ex-enigma whispered. His black-glass body still lacked a proper voicebox, which Tearen had determined to be a curiosity that would never be properly explained. As he and Malon headed west from the Zone B safehouse, the Shadow glanced down at the contestant tracker on the Synpad. Seems as though Enel and Victor Hendy had slunk back into the camp overnight. He was tempted to approach them for a partnership, but it seemed as though Karl Jak was being capricious with large groups during this year's event. Oh well. If they encountered the god in the field, he would be happy to surrender their artifact and work with them before the next culling was called. For now, they needed to make headway. Although, apparently, Stormrage wasn't finished with him.
"You dare walk away in the middle of a discussion!?" the night-elf seethed, teeth bared and eyes flaring. Tearen cast an emerald gaze right back at him.
"If I'm walking away, it's not the middle of a discussion, is it?" he cooed, and closed the door. Tearen offered a cursory wave to Gildarts as they departed the safe zone, but the wizard seemed to be fussing over trying to operate a chainsaw. Malon and Tearen shared a discreet chuckled and headed on their way.
The had almost reached the tree line when Malon reminded Tearen of something he had mentioned.
"So what's this about me being immortal?"
And with it, new opportunities to demonstrate angelic restraint. Here was Illidan Stormrage, a Prime who was almost solely responsible for the deaths of hundreds of Darkshire residents, a nose away from him. If Tearen hadn't been trying to protect the Hylian, he would have been tempted to give the demon hunter a smooch on his prodigious nose. The green glint that bled through his ubiquitous blindfold almost matched the exact same green radiance that bloomed from Tearen's human eyes. Both of them a sign of great power, but in and of themselves, could not have been more different. The ex-abomination tipped a coffee cup up to his lips and held up a calming hand to Malon and Sage, who had reflexively brought weapons to their hands. Everyone knew that Stormrage couldn't start anything in this camp without exploding in a fashion more literal was already the case.
"Ah...well, Illidan, I divulged the whole story last night on a Syntech livestream, so maybe you should grab your tablet back from Gildarts and have a gander at the recording while you walk today. I'm sure you'll find it..." Tearen waved a hand around in the air as he tried to conjure appropriate words, "...entertaining? You'll have to forgive me; we're in a bit of a rush this morning." the eldritch human said in a polite tone, draining the last dregs of his coffee and setting the mug on a grimy counter top. His skin began to ripple and crack as black glass crawled its way over his body, and once more Tearen adopted the visage of the brown-robed enigma. The halberd was also summoned, but if only because it made an adequate walking aid, and the Shadow was jealous of the Sage's staff. Speaking of the chronicler...
"Sage, sorry for not following up with you last night. My plans in light of these revelations are, ironically, so utterly secret that I cannot even hint to their nature. I'm sure you'll come to understand, in time. For now, I simply appreciate your help in hearing out my tale." the ex-enigma whispered. His black-glass body still lacked a proper voicebox, which Tearen had determined to be a curiosity that would never be properly explained. As he and Malon headed west from the Zone B safehouse, the Shadow glanced down at the contestant tracker on the Synpad. Seems as though Enel and Victor Hendy had slunk back into the camp overnight. He was tempted to approach them for a partnership, but it seemed as though Karl Jak was being capricious with large groups during this year's event. Oh well. If they encountered the god in the field, he would be happy to surrender their artifact and work with them before the next culling was called. For now, they needed to make headway. Although, apparently, Stormrage wasn't finished with him.
"You dare walk away in the middle of a discussion!?" the night-elf seethed, teeth bared and eyes flaring. Tearen cast an emerald gaze right back at him.
"If I'm walking away, it's not the middle of a discussion, is it?" he cooed, and closed the door. Tearen offered a cursory wave to Gildarts as they departed the safe zone, but the wizard seemed to be fussing over trying to operate a chainsaw. Malon and Tearen shared a discreet chuckled and headed on their way.
The had almost reached the tree line when Malon reminded Tearen of something he had mentioned.
"So what's this about me being immortal?"
Quote:Tearen and Malon moving from SHB to B14
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued