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maskormenace2014-08-07 04:35 pm
respired) wrote in maskormenace2014-08-07 04:35 pm
first; video
[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.
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.
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Do I? In what way?
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[ He motions at his face. ]
Skin. Looking a little pallid.
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But are you alright?
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But I think, that probably means that you're not alright, huh? I mean, it's an alternate universe, it's not exactly the kind of thing anyone should find themselves in, but here we are, even still.
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I mean, no offense, but... what kind of place is that?
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