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towerofanimus2013-10-12 11:06 pm
deathstiny) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-12 11:06 pm
Quest Accepted: Tower of Animus
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!]
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!]
NOW WITH MORE DRAGON ICONS
Wrathion's entire demeanor seems to change with those four words. His fins lay back, his tiny little red eyes go wide and his head snaps toward the letter Taiki had gestured at. It couldn't be--
In a split second, he's gone airborne and hovered over to land on the table, barely fitting and probably knocking over anything that might have been sitting there in his haste to read. His claws dig a little with obvious frustration, and its likely Taiki can see how fast the gears are turning by his expression alone.]
That's impossible--
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Something had gone wrong in the timeways, then? Or had this always been Azeroth's fate?
Either way, it would not stand.]
...no matter, I suppose. There are always ways to right all wrongs.
[Finally, his head swivels around to fix Taiki with a red stare.]
And who might you be?
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Well met, Taiki. I am the Black Prince, Wrathion.
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