06-29-2017, 09:15 PM
The mountains steadily gave way to hills, and the hills steadily became more and more dominated by suburban developments. Shiny, clean looking houses where children could be raised apart from the urban riff raff...wife open lawns for hosting lavish cookouts with other upper-middle crust...long driveways that could accommodate multiple cars...
It was this sort of standing testament to carefree living that had inspired Tearen to become Nealaphh. It harkened of needless pageantry and self-imposed law. Had he been a tad less wizened by the Omniverse, Tearen would have certainly taken the time to set fire to each and every one of these houses.
He breathed.
That was a time past. He was no longer a destroyer; he was a shepherd. A shepherd without a flock, at least at the moment. The initial buzz created on the Dataverse about his adventures in Diablo's back yard had faded over a few days. Tearen would not have his cherished warning become the stuff of clickbait and conspiracy. He needed more cameras, and for that, he needed drama.
Luckily, Tearen spotted what he had been looking for. Here was Strazio Rockwell walking up the street, straight towards him. Realizing that the brawler mage had a penchant for killing eldritch beasties, the elder Prime took it upon himself to adopt his more human form. The crisp suit, braided hair and supppe skin did nothing to placate the Defender.
"...the fuck're you? You want my shit? You gonna jump me?" Strazio growled, standing upright with no small amount of effort. Tearen held out a friendly hand, gesturing downwards.
"Easy, Defender. I have to quarrel with you. In fact, I would very much like to work alongside you, as long as can be managed." Tearen said in a firm tone. Strazio made a face somewhere between 'bullshit' and 'like hell'.
"Not buying it."
"You're aware that Illidan Stormrage is in this competition?"
No response this time. Rockwell just gave the Shadow his best glower.
"I'd like him dead. Very publicly dead. You in?"
Strazio didn't say anything for a long time, and Tearen could not penetrate the veil of his pain-addled mind.
"...let's talk..." the battlemage said, nodding towards the nearest mini-mansion.
It was this sort of standing testament to carefree living that had inspired Tearen to become Nealaphh. It harkened of needless pageantry and self-imposed law. Had he been a tad less wizened by the Omniverse, Tearen would have certainly taken the time to set fire to each and every one of these houses.
He breathed.
That was a time past. He was no longer a destroyer; he was a shepherd. A shepherd without a flock, at least at the moment. The initial buzz created on the Dataverse about his adventures in Diablo's back yard had faded over a few days. Tearen would not have his cherished warning become the stuff of clickbait and conspiracy. He needed more cameras, and for that, he needed drama.
Luckily, Tearen spotted what he had been looking for. Here was Strazio Rockwell walking up the street, straight towards him. Realizing that the brawler mage had a penchant for killing eldritch beasties, the elder Prime took it upon himself to adopt his more human form. The crisp suit, braided hair and supppe skin did nothing to placate the Defender.
"...the fuck're you? You want my shit? You gonna jump me?" Strazio growled, standing upright with no small amount of effort. Tearen held out a friendly hand, gesturing downwards.
"Easy, Defender. I have to quarrel with you. In fact, I would very much like to work alongside you, as long as can be managed." Tearen said in a firm tone. Strazio made a face somewhere between 'bullshit' and 'like hell'.
"Not buying it."
"You're aware that Illidan Stormrage is in this competition?"
No response this time. Rockwell just gave the Shadow his best glower.
"I'd like him dead. Very publicly dead. You in?"
Strazio didn't say anything for a long time, and Tearen could not penetrate the veil of his pain-addled mind.
"...let's talk..." the battlemage said, nodding towards the nearest mini-mansion.
Quote:Tearen moved to C4. Tearen and Strazio became teammates.
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