06-23-2017, 02:13 PM
The mage felt his eyes squint with simmering, dampened anger. It had been Nealaphh behind him, though the god-mind had not meant to stumble quite so simply on Gildarts. There was a silence and the mage went back to his business, sitting his ass back on the stump seat and holding his orange chainsaw a few inches closer, ready for a ramming if needed.
Amicably, the unsettled tides passed between the solemn Gildarts and the indifferent Tearen and it was Illidan who grew into the aggressor. It seemed he was thirsting over information about the Underverse, a place which Gildarts had no idea existed and well, still didn’t know the full extend of it after eavesdropping. He would look into it when he was finally free of Gilligan’s Island.
Dawn’s light grew in the sky and Gildarts was fidgeting on his new tablet (the old one got a little soaked and wouldn’t turn on because its magic wasn’t rain-repellent) when Illidan came over in a huff, “Give me that.”
It was an impertinent command and technically it was Illidan’s. The OP Prime held it up to Illidan freely, there no use creating trouble in paradise if it could be avoided, plus Gildarts preferred to keep Illidan from exploding if he went after Tearen. To appease his impatience would reap its own rewards. After several minutes of staring at the glowing screen with a blank expression Illidan admitted, “I cannot find the riverstream that the Nealaphh being was talking about.”
“Riverstream? It sounded to me like he told you he made a livestream video, which means kind of like… Prerecorded.” Gildarts informed while Illidan’s expression twitched.
“You let me waste five minutes of my life on that Gnome scrap for nothing?” Illidan was scathing and looking around for Tearen to make him pay for getting his pure fel hands dirty; Tearen, had already left camp. The demon hunter dropped the glass device back in Gildarts’ good hand and seemed to be inconsolable as he paced several feet back and forth around the encampment. “And just what are you doing with that thing?”
“Don’t worry, you can watch it later, for now, I think we should get going too,” Gildarts spoke with a gruff voice as he slipped his hand in just the right spot and picked up his husky chainsaw. When he finally got her going she’d be a real noisemaker. “Oh, this?” Gildarts murmured, “Self defense. I saw it on a film once, it looked like it could really do some damage.”
“Anyway… Where is our destination?” Illidan grumbled half-heartedly.
“I want to know what happened to the people of this camp and the city. It could give us an advantage when we’re attempting to find more items.” Gildarts said simply then prioritized the more relevant fact to Illidan who was likely losing interest. “And when we are fighting against our enemies.”
“How noble of you,” If he’d had real eyes, he would have rolled them.
Amicably, the unsettled tides passed between the solemn Gildarts and the indifferent Tearen and it was Illidan who grew into the aggressor. It seemed he was thirsting over information about the Underverse, a place which Gildarts had no idea existed and well, still didn’t know the full extend of it after eavesdropping. He would look into it when he was finally free of Gilligan’s Island.
Dawn’s light grew in the sky and Gildarts was fidgeting on his new tablet (the old one got a little soaked and wouldn’t turn on because its magic wasn’t rain-repellent) when Illidan came over in a huff, “Give me that.”
It was an impertinent command and technically it was Illidan’s. The OP Prime held it up to Illidan freely, there no use creating trouble in paradise if it could be avoided, plus Gildarts preferred to keep Illidan from exploding if he went after Tearen. To appease his impatience would reap its own rewards. After several minutes of staring at the glowing screen with a blank expression Illidan admitted, “I cannot find the riverstream that the Nealaphh being was talking about.”
“Riverstream? It sounded to me like he told you he made a livestream video, which means kind of like… Prerecorded.” Gildarts informed while Illidan’s expression twitched.
“You let me waste five minutes of my life on that Gnome scrap for nothing?” Illidan was scathing and looking around for Tearen to make him pay for getting his pure fel hands dirty; Tearen, had already left camp. The demon hunter dropped the glass device back in Gildarts’ good hand and seemed to be inconsolable as he paced several feet back and forth around the encampment. “And just what are you doing with that thing?”
“Don’t worry, you can watch it later, for now, I think we should get going too,” Gildarts spoke with a gruff voice as he slipped his hand in just the right spot and picked up his husky chainsaw. When he finally got her going she’d be a real noisemaker. “Oh, this?” Gildarts murmured, “Self defense. I saw it on a film once, it looked like it could really do some damage.”
“Anyway… Where is our destination?” Illidan grumbled half-heartedly.
“I want to know what happened to the people of this camp and the city. It could give us an advantage when we’re attempting to find more items.” Gildarts said simply then prioritized the more relevant fact to Illidan who was likely losing interest. “And when we are fighting against our enemies.”
“How noble of you,” If he’d had real eyes, he would have rolled them.
Quote:Gillidan moving from SHB to B15
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