Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus

[deathstiny]

Characters: Wrathion and YOU
Setting: Around the Tower and Room 2-20
Format: Brackets but I will match!
Summary: A baby black dragon is summoned into a horror tower...
Warnings: None

A. Room 2-20

[The denizens of this room will no doubt be woken up by the sounds of a reptilian creature in severe distress. There's a belch of flame that appears shortly after the sleep paralysis wears off completely and Wrathion floats out from the bed, somehow managing to look irritated despite his lack of human expression.

He only floats for a second before landing on the bed and giving a curious glance around the room. There was no way he was still in Pandaria anymore...so what exactly was going on?]

B. Cafeteria

[Now that he more fully understood the situation, Wrathion was ready to explore a bit. He had decided to heed the initial warning given to him and headed in the direction of the cafeteria, taking care to adopt his more human form as opposed to his natural form. It didn't quite erase the intimidating glowing red and slitted stare, but it was certainly easier than trying to talk to a dragon only slightly bigger than most human heads.

He's not shy about approaching people. In fact, he seems to make a point to make eye contact with anyone who might glance in his direction. A sharp toothed, but charming smile awaits those lucky individuals.]

Greetings, denizen. Perhaps you might take a moment to speak with me about this place.

C. Hallways

[Walking along innocently by yourself? Of course you are. That is, until you spot a black dragon whelpling perched somewhere in your line of sight. Is it a monster? But then since when did monsters wear indigo collars? Maybe you should try talking to him, since he's staring at you with such big red glowing eyes.]

D. FREE SPACE

[Specify a location and I will follow your lead!]

Comments

[deathstiny]

Excellent. A prepared speech will make this go much faster. Please. Sit.

[With one of his strangely gloved and clearly clawed hands, he gestures to the seat opposite him, taking one of his own.]

I will let you know if there is anything you need to skip. I am not overly fond of wasting time, you see. I'm certain you understand.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen can only blink and gape in surprise for a moment. Someone actually wants him to be brief? He wants knowledge and doesn't want to waste time? His poor old heart can hardly take such a nice surprise.

A smile spreads across his face, and he's quick to hop into the seat. He sets his elbows on the table and begins to wave his hands around animatedly.]

Oh, I am so glad we are on the same page here. Where shall I begin? Hmm, let's see...

[He taps a finger to his chin, purses his lips, then snaps his fingers.]

Right! Well, your world has been destroyed, very sad, shed a tear. You've been taken here - just your soul, mind you - und given that collar, which is actually your neck. Did I mention that all of this is an illusion? Because it is, which you will see if the glamour systems go all glitchy-glitchy like they have a tendency to do sometimes.

[He's talking a mile a minute, but interrupt him loudly enough and he'll probably stop talking for a second. Probably.]

[deathstiny]

[This mortal amuses him.

Still, Wrathion is very clearly interested in what he has to say. He'll make no move to stop him in the middle of his speaking, very intent on getting the full piece before he makes comments. Occasionally, he might frown -- like the world being destroyed. Yes, he had read that, though like all truly disasterous events that caused Azeroth's place in the world to be wiped out of time, he suspected it could be repaired somehow. He won't say as much yet.

Glamour systems and illusions...he's not familiar with technology, but his illusion suspicion is confirmed, even if he had not imagined it quite on such a grand scale. When he mentions collars and souls, his red eyes fall with interest to Richtofen's own and slowly slide back to meet his eyes.

He had learned much about the nature of souls on Pandaria. His steepled claws move to fold across his chest.]

I see. Anything further?

[doctor_dismemberment]

[This guy isn't even getting all shocked and appalled at the notion that he's got a collar for a neck. Wow. He likes him. Richtofen grins.]

Oh, ja, there is much more. You see...

[He takes a deep breath.]

This place is run by four crazy administrators. There used to be five, but he was eaten by one of the others. There is Jason, who everybody hates, because he likes to experiment on people und he is a total dick who can shove his fancy scalpels in his dumb bald head... [He glares off to the side like he's remembering some personal slight committed by Jason, but, almost immediately, the perky tone springs back into his voice.] ...I digress.

There is Riki, who is actually quite nice, though his architecture is oftentimes terrifying- [He spreads his arms out.] -and he designed this whole place, you know! He is rather bland, but he is the most pleasant out of the bunch. There's Zo, who is a snot-nosed little brat, who clings to this dreadful woman named Ruana, who is the one who did the eating I mentioned before, and who consequently is in charge of the Tower this month. Did I also mention that they take turns running this place? Because they do, und it is terrible. [He cocks his head.] Have you eaten the oatmeal yet?

[He laces his fingers together and blinks innocently, like this entire conversation was just a lead-up to a pleasant discussion about breakfast options.]

[deathstiny]

[Ah, the leaders, just what Wrathion had been waiting for. Again, he listens most intently. There is a noticable frown when Jason is mentioned. Experimentation was a sore spot for the young whelp, having gone through much of it himself. His father and half-brother had also been quite fond of it, if anything he read was to be believed. Wrathion would need to be cautious around that one.

He focuses on Ruana when she is mentioned. Cannibalism. Even dragons were rarely so savage.]

Provoked by hunger or something else?

[The question about the oatmeal is given a light scoff.]

Oats. Surely I do not look like a horse to you.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen's eyes narrow, grow a little darker in something not unlike amusement. His lips press together in a tight, giddy little curve.]

A coup. Or, an attempt at one, at least.

[He lets that statement hang in the air for a second more, then shrugs. He doesn't bother to elaborate.]

You will not be able to eat anything else until you have some of that stuff, you know. Bland, but that is the rule. These people, I see them refusing to eat it, and then they puke everywhere, make such a disgusting mess... [He wrinkles his nose, though he still seems quite cheerful.] Eat your oatmeal. Doctor's orders.

[deathstiny]

[He ain't moving. In fact, he simply steeples his claws and tilts his head with interest.]

A coup, you say? How interesting. To think such a large building with such a small spread of overseers would house such turmoil.

[There is a furrow in his brow. If he were more like his corrupted bretheren, he might have taken joy in such knowledge. Instead, it simply seems to disturb him.]

You are a doctor?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Yes, well. [Richtofen shrugs and looks down, drumming leather-gloved fingers against the table.] Our fine fallen friend Dax had quite a different idea of how the place should be run.

[He doesn't actually seem all that mournful. He has enough presence of mind to keep himself from looking amused, but the expression on his face is more impassive than anything.

He looks back up to meet the man's eyes.]

I am. Upward of thirty years now, in fact.