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driftfleet2015-03-12 03:48 pm
hymnals) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-12 03:48 pm
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Who: Adrasteius & you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: 10th-14th
broadcast;
[Adrasteius is not a graceful sleeper. His small body tosses and turns under the bedsheets, as though he's in the grip of nightmares; sweat makes his lips and forehead shiny. After about a minute of this, he startles awake. Rather than sitting up straight in bed, he instead lies still, stone still, like a rabbit sighted by a fox. For a brief moment, he appears vulnerable, frail, afraid.
But then his expression hardens into confusion and rage. His hands grip the bedrails, and he does not jolt up in bed but rather leap out of it, throwing the sheets back with such violence that they cascade to the floor in one big pile.
Ears pressed flat against the sides of his head, Adrasteius glares this way and that, grinding his teeth. The stark, mechanical design of this new prison reminds him of Tempest Keep, albeit significantly less colorful.
Had he been taken in the night? Bastards.]
Just what the fuck is going on here?
[He bangs angrily on a wall.]
I've done nothing, do you hear? Nothing! You have no grounds! No solid grounds, anyway ...
action;
[When he leaves the room -- when he finds that he can leave -- Adrasteius can be found just about anywhere on the ship, pacing angrily, hissing curses. He's got a better idea of the situation now, barely. First, it's clear that he is on a space ship, but it's certainly not of draenei design. No, this is another set of captors entirely.
If anyone comes within striking distance, Adra will shout to them, demanding to know the identity of their fascist overlords and what makes them think they have the fucking right to just pluck people out of their god damn beds. He has children! He has mouths that he must literally feed! His wife doesn't care to cook. His family will starve.
And, besides all that, it's just not fucking right.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: 10th-14th
broadcast;
[Adrasteius is not a graceful sleeper. His small body tosses and turns under the bedsheets, as though he's in the grip of nightmares; sweat makes his lips and forehead shiny. After about a minute of this, he startles awake. Rather than sitting up straight in bed, he instead lies still, stone still, like a rabbit sighted by a fox. For a brief moment, he appears vulnerable, frail, afraid.
But then his expression hardens into confusion and rage. His hands grip the bedrails, and he does not jolt up in bed but rather leap out of it, throwing the sheets back with such violence that they cascade to the floor in one big pile.
Ears pressed flat against the sides of his head, Adrasteius glares this way and that, grinding his teeth. The stark, mechanical design of this new prison reminds him of Tempest Keep, albeit significantly less colorful.
Had he been taken in the night? Bastards.]
Just what the fuck is going on here?
[He bangs angrily on a wall.]
I've done nothing, do you hear? Nothing! You have no grounds! No solid grounds, anyway ...
action;
[When he leaves the room -- when he finds that he can leave -- Adrasteius can be found just about anywhere on the ship, pacing angrily, hissing curses. He's got a better idea of the situation now, barely. First, it's clear that he is on a space ship, but it's certainly not of draenei design. No, this is another set of captors entirely.
If anyone comes within striking distance, Adra will shout to them, demanding to know the identity of their fascist overlords and what makes them think they have the fucking right to just pluck people out of their god damn beds. He has children! He has mouths that he must literally feed! His wife doesn't care to cook. His family will starve.
And, besides all that, it's just not fucking right.]
video;
...ah.
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Real fucking helpful.
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I'm afraid that if I was more helpful you wouldn't recognize me.
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[Besides a blood elf, obviously, which is -- unusual.]
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[Kirian makes a small face. Why does he always have to explain things?]
I knew you in a different place, much like this. You found me to be a terribly infuriating man, but I owe you my life.
[He nods his head in a half-bow]
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[He almost tells him that he knew him by a different name, but it will make no difference.]
We are far from home, brought here for amusement. I was in a place much like this before, as were you.
[And then he smiles a little.]
I suppose it's a trick of the timelines that you don't recall any of it. Perhaps you- the you that you know- was never there.
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That so? And what were we in this other timeline? I don't tend to be popular among my own people.
[A beat. He adds, a shrug in his voice.]
Or, uh, with anyone.
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[Kirian almost smiles, and his tone is kind.]
However, I trusted you. If you ever need anything, simply let me know and I will do what I am able.