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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"I don't suppose you have any tailoring experience?" Snowmane asked, holding up the skinniest dress she could find, which was still way too wide and far too short for a worgen.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai, Damocles Rex
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Varyn poked his head into the room Snowmane was investigating. He pulled a face at the sight of the dress. "I can patch things well enough...but, I believe that's beyond me," he said.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"Well, then I guess she's gonna have to pick between this and the bloody one..." Snowmane sighed. "%$$#..."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai, Damocles Rex
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Varyn hummed. "Perhaps the dwarves downstairs can manage something. Or that other woman, Malice."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"She doesn't really strike me as the competent sort," Snowmane answered, with a frown. "Though I suppose the dwarves might be helpful. Maybe."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai, Damocles Rex
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Varyn fluffed out his robe self-consciously. "I suppose I could lend her my robes if nothing else comes up...Might be a bit more her size...But, let's try the dwarves first," he added resolutely.
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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind, Yalira Stormtongue
Darnassus
Vashadya wrung her hands, not quite sure how Adalis was going to react, "we need your help to put her back to rest."
Yalira went back to following Adalis, not entirely sure what she should be doing.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex
Location:
The Clockworks
"A single Paradox, Rex." His voice echoed through the sumptuous office, ringing amongst the desk and chairs, bouncing off the tall glass walls that seemed to rise into infinity and surpassing the incessant clicking of gears behind said glass. "A single Paradox, not even with a PT of four. And you didn't manage to bring her in."
Damocles remained standing in the center of the room, facing his superior. The other man had his back to him, facing a grand portrait of an ancient bronze dragon at the lip of a cliff, head raised regally and defiantly to stare at stormy skies. A trim red suit and white hair rolling back in waves all that could be seen of the man at the moment. Damocles inclined his head supplicantly.
"There were...complications, sir," he said deferentially.
The man in red turned. The light which seemed to pervade the room from all directions flashed off a golden eye, a red iris glowing as it drilled into the stoic Rex. Sir Woecce was not an easy man to be alone with. He had a formidable, commanding presence that weighed and electrified the air. A regal forehead with deep widows peak and wrinkles of age. His one false eye was paired with one of stormy grey and flesh while his nose was sharp and angular, with high cheeks leading to a thin mouth and narrow chin. A trim and muscular man despite his age, or perhaps because, for time worked oddly in the realm which both men stood. Damocles could well be centuries Sir Woecces senior, but age meant very little in their hierarchy. To rise through the ranks tended to be more a quadratic phenomena than linear.
Sir Woecce strode to his desk, but did not seat. A veiny hand fell on the green felt of the table as its owner leaned forward and scrutinized Damocles.
"The Paradox was to be brought in, dead or alive, Rex. What exactly happened? You've been tracking this one in particular for some time. Now," Sir Woecce straightened. "Tell me what happened."
A slight stiffening of the back marked Damocles beginning. "Sir. I confronted the Paradox, and explained the nature of its crimes straight forward. The subject was belligerent and was unwilling to cooperate with my attempts to repair the timeline."
"These efforts," Sir Woecce interrupted, his golden eye whirring onto Damocles. "Did the Paradox actually refuse to accompany you back here? Or did you conclude she likely wouldn't?"
The man in black was silent for a moment. "...Sir, the Paradox has the conscious ability to cross the timelines. Merely exiling it back to its own would prove insufficient." He inclined his head at a slight angle, eyes flashing. "Termination, was the only option."
A sigh and rueful shake of the head was all Woecce made of that. He waved a hand. "Continue."
"Sir. As I was in the midst of confronting the Paradox, it came to be that I was engaged by several other individuals, evidently on familiar terms with the target. Sir," Damocles looked up from beneath his bowler hat with meaning. "They weren't supposed to be there."
Woecce stiffened. "Other Paradoxes?"
A nod. "Yes, sir. My timepiece indicated as such. Furthermore, that they grouped together leads me to believe they are from the same timeline. Such numbers are rarely so few. Probability indicates that several additional Paradoxes have entered our timeline, and I suggest immediate sweeps for other intruders. It is quite likely that the ones I encountered were not alone in coming here."
Woecce stroked his thin white mustache speculatively. "Hm...I will take it under consideration." He turned away and faced the wall once more. With a dismissive gesture with of the hand he said: "You may go."
"There is another matter, sir," Damocles continued without budging. "I request permission to the vault to collect Subject 67, to gather a team to pursue my targets. The Paradoxes will likely be hostile on seeing me or any other agents, and their threat has vastly increased with their numbers."
Sir Woecce sighed. "Perhaps try bringing them in without putting them in a body bag next time, Damocles. I have heard they are far more likely to be cooperative if you don't try shooting them first."
"...I will take it under consideration, sir."
Another sigh and wave of the hand. "Go."
With a bow, Damocles turned and exited the room, leaving Sir Woecce to his thoughts.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
Snowmane walked back downstairs, carrying the dress over her shoulder. Malice was still sitting in the corner.
She walked into the back room and found Coldpelt waiting for her.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Tandred Swift-Arrow
Location: Halfhill
Tandred walked into the diner area, saying little as he filled his plate and sat down with his companions.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai, Damocles Rex
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Varyn followed, though he did not go beyond the common room. He looked between the two silent members of the room. One still as a statue, the other crouched in the corner. The mage raised a brow at the strange scene.
"...Everything alright?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
Malice looked up at Varyn. "I̢'̧̙m̩̺͍̰͚͇̪ ̱̥͓̼t̰̤̱ͅr͓͔̥͡y̯͝ͅi̩̝͉͜ng͈͉̲̰..." she answered quietly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
The mage gave her a quizzical look. "I beg your pardon, but...Trying?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"I have t̴ò focus͡," Malice answered, tears in her eyes. "I ̸h͟a̢v̧e̶ ̕t̕o̢ ̸fo͟c̢us, so I don't do somethi̶ng̷ te̟r͈̤̞͇̙̗̣͡r̦ḭ̲̫͚͈̤͠b̯͈̲̜͜le̱̬͚̬̘̪.̳̱̹͍͔̲͘"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Mordecai's eyes snapped open.
"O-oh," Varyn said, not quite sure what else to add to that. "Ah...I'm...sure it will be alright," he said, reaching out. He hesitated a moment before moving to pat Malice on the top of the head.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Krasarang Wilds
"It's all wrong..." Malice murmured. "It's so h͏àr҉d. ̛I͡ ju͝st͝ don't understand..."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
He patted her hood softly before taking his hand back. "I'm sure it'll get better," Varyn reassured her. Though, of course, he had no idea precisely what 'it' was, leaving him to be somewhat vague in his assurance. But she needed something, he supposed.
Mordecai scrutinized Malice silently.
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