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[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

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[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.

He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]

He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!

[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]

Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--

[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]

Comments

[arcanepower]

[He's trying so hard not to cry again but she is making it very difficult, saying such nice things and reminding him of Adra and of his sister and it's so complicated.]

T-thank you. [He scrubs at his face.] Can we change the subject?

[invigorates]

Of course. [ the issue now is she has no idea what to talk about. hm. ]

I do not believe we have been properly introduced before, hm? I am Lioriley.

[arcanepower]

[He clears his throat of the tears.]

My name is Belthazar Spellscry.

[The woman on the other end of the feed is familiar, even if her ears aren't astronomical. Are there half-night-elves?]

You look like a night elf, but your eyes are different...

[invigorates]

It is a pleasure, Belthazar, all things considered. [ it would have been nicer to meet when he wasn't so upset, but beggars can't be choosers and all that. ]

I am a Dark Elf. Perhaps these night elves of yours are distant relatives of my people — it certainly sounds like it. [ was that a joke? the slight intonation would imply as much. ] What do their eyes look like?

[arcanepower]

[He's a curious kid, so he'll latch onto anything in order to distract himself from this sadness.]

Silver or gold, and glowing. My people had blue eyes until the kingdom fell.

[His eyes are green now, and quite obviously so, but he doesn't volunteer a more specific reason than that.]

[invigorates]

[ lioriley cocks her head to the side, her hand raised to her chin in thought. 'silver/gold and glowing' sounded more like the light elves eyes back home. ]

Your eye colors changed when the kingdom fell? How is that possible?