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]

Splendid. I admire your tenacity as a race.

[He does not appear entirely surprised that she does not recognize him. Before Pandaria, he had kept a rather low profile. His chest puffs proudly, but he is well prepared to fly should she react poorly.]

I am the Black Prince Wrathion, and the last of my kind since the Destroyer's demise. And you, mortal? How might I address you?

[absentapothecary]

[That's... a compliment, of a sort. But not one that she's sure that an immediate 'thank you' is the best response to. Her head nods slightly, as she holds her tongue and takes in his name and title. It's rather cute, how he puffs himself up like that... but there's another thing likely best left unsaid.]

Then they've managed to... [She cuts that thought off abruptly, as there's an actual question to answer.] Annika Whittenberg, of.... [...Brill? No. Of the Apothecary Society? No.] ...nothing much in particular, anymore. [And with a sigh, she gives a curtsey.]