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[respired]

[To be fair, computer-like devices exist on Azeroth. They're ancient consoles, remnants of a civilization that few people now living understand. Compared to this communicator, the old Titan archives are rudimentary -- enormous, clunky repositories of data that take up entire halls. Koltira has heard tales of them, but he's never accessed a Titan device in person.

Consequently, the slim electronic rectangle in his hands is a puzzle box. He presses buttons clumsily until the video starts recording, and even then, the feed is inconsistent. The whole enterprise simply illustrates his lack of technological skill.]

Were we brought here to fight a war, or to waste our time on meaningless tasks? I am not suited to the position forced on me. 'IT customer service' is a phrase I can barely parse.

[He sneers into the intermittent feed. His eyes are bright and cold, and his cracked skin has an unnatural, hypothermic cast to it.]

I will fight, as I must. I'm a soldier. But I'm not a puppet. Not anymore.

[He runs his fingers over his throat, and when he draws his hand away, it's clear that his palm is dark with blood. He's been bleeding slowly for a few days now.]

By the by. If you are skilled in the healing arts, I should like to make your acquaintance.

My name is Koltira Deathweaver.

Comments

video

[highhealplz]

How much time have you given it? It can't be that bad, right?

Ashraf Salib, by the way! Skilled in healing arts and at your service. [ BRIGHT SMILE ]

[respired]

[Flat stare in return.]

Pointless.

[He moves on from that topic and instead gestures to his neck. Pulling back his hair reveals a garroted, bloody throat.]

I need this fixed.

[highhealplz]

[ he is only letting up on this IT customer service bit because of that neck, sir, that is the oNLY REASON. and cue his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of it, damn. ]

Wow, yeah, you do. You really do. Where are you now?

[respired]

The rooms. Number 10.

[He's got a chunk taken out of his chest, too.]

hi

[glassinine]

Sir.

[ Edgeworth's voice is urgent. ]

How did you come by those wounds? At home, or here?

y helo

[respired]

[Koltira raises a long eyebrow.]

Home.

[Video]

[bullysandwicher]

I'm skilled in healing arts, sure. I heal everything.

But it has a price.

[respired]

I have no currency for this world.

[bullysandwicher]

Oh, that's too bad. [ and Noi isn't generous, not really. ]

Hey, maybe you'll get a hero to help you! It's a world of heroes, after all!

[darwinatrix]

Forcing soldiers into asinine positions seems to be a theme.

I'm impressed you're still on your feet, bleeding like that.

[respired]

These wounds are merely an inconvenience.

[darwinatrix]

Which is why you're asking for a doctor. Save the bravado.

video

[justimom]

I was also given a job that I feel I am ill suited for. [It makes her wonder what precisely they are thinking when they assign these jobs.]

[respired]

Oh? What did they force upon you? [He studies the video carefully, and finds no analogue to any familiar race. In a way, it's a relief -- it means this world is not entirely comprised of humans.]

[justimom]

Solar energy weapons R&D. It is...[how to be nice about this....] not something I would feel comfortable doing for them.

video

[biotically]

Are you alright? You look sick.

[ Understatement of the century. ]

[respired]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Do I? In what way?

[biotically]

Uh, your...

[ He motions at his face. ]

Skin. Looking a little pallid.

( video )

[chancetoatone]

[The drell wears a sympathetic expression when the feed initializes. You're not the only one who is ill-suited for his given position.]

I wonder at their selection process. It seems random. Some pairings are satisfactory, while others seem to be drawn blindly from a ballot box.

[Still, he inclines his head in a more formal greeting.]

It's a pleasure, Koltira Deathweaver. I am Thane Krios.

[respired]

In any case, I will not honor their decision. [He's glad that this one seems to have some manners, though.] Well met, Thane Krios. Were you also poorly placed?

[chancetoatone]

[He inclines his head in agreement.] Indeed, though I believe I've found a way to make it work.

permavid

[demonspawn]

Honestly, there's a lot of the whole "wasting our time on meaningless tasks" thing.

[respired]

[He mutters, agitated.] That does not bode well.

voice.

[altercate]

Are you bleeding?

[ derek doesn't sound as concerned about this as he probably should.. ]

[respired]

Yes. It is not pressing.

[no worries, derek; koltira is pretty nonchalant, too.]