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[respired]

Who: Koltira Deathweaver
Broadcast: fleet-wide
Action: the Marsiva
When: Early March 17

[The sensation of waking is strange and unfamiliar to Koltira; he can't recall the last time he slept, or even fell unconscious. He rises slowly, flexing his plated fingers. His armor, freshly polished and repaired, gleams darkly under the stark light of the hospitality deck. As he stands, Koltira checks himself for injuries, injuries that were very present at his last recollection. He presses a hand to his side -- nothing. He touches his neck, and finds the recently shredded flesh mostly intact, but he still comes away with a smear of black-green ichor on his palm.

As he fully wakes, the old familiar pain shoots through what remains of his nerves. But he's smiling, sort of. His lips are slightly parted, anyway, showing sharp teeth; the look of an escaped prisoner.

Koltira runs his tongue over his canines. His deep, gravelly voice has an unearthly reverb to it, as though there's a ghost echoing everything he says.]

Whoever you are, my thanks.

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video; 1/3

[ino]

[ She's just doing her usual routine checking of the network, when ...

Wait, that is a familiar voice. And a familiar face. ]

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[ino]

-- Ehhh?! Koltira?!

[ She covers her mouth in surprise ]

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[ino]

[ She's not even thinking about the fact that he might not remember her, she's just excited to see him ]

Oh, my god! Hi!

[respired]

[Floating in space is one thing, but he's surprised to hear his name -- particularly with that kind of warmth and familiarity behind it.]

Have we met?

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[ino]

[ ... oh. Some of the enthusiasm fades, but -- ]

Oh ... yeah. Sorry. [ A little sheepish laugh ] Uh, it's kinda complicated, but I met you in a different world. But you won't remember it, 'cause usually when you leave, all your memories are erased ...

[ino]

I'm Ino, by the way! Nice to ... re-meet you?

[respired]

[What? What.]

You're certain of this.

1/2 IM SORRY I KEEP DOING THIS TO YOU

[ino]

Uh ... yeah.

[ A pause as she debates, before .... she switches the message over to be encrypted to him, since it's probably best if other people dont' know about this. ]

Koltira; encrypted forever

[ino]

So, um ... there was sort of this incident, where I came from. With this guy named Arthas? You helped us take him out when he started causing trouble.

[ That's about the least eloquent way to explain that one, Ino ]

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[whereivebeen]

[ Tay looks mildly intrigued. Only mildly, but still. ]

Man, wherever you came from must've been pretty shit if you're thanking them for dragging you here.

I mean, the spaceships are pretty cool, but...

[respired]

['Pretty shit' is a gentle euphemism, as far as he's concerned.]

It was.

[whereivebeen]

[ Not chatty. Good.

If he gets shuffled onto her ship, she won't have to bitch about it probably. ]

Well, congrats on getting out, I guess.

[respired]

You guess.

[whereivebeen]

[ she shrugs ]

I don't know, saying "congratulations for getting dragged into an alternate dimension's reality tv show" seems kind of weird.

[respired]

['Alternate dimension' processes, but 'tv show' doesn't. Sounds goblin-ish.]

Are you treated cruelly here?

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[save_the_souls]

[Whoa, this brings him back. It's hard to forget someone like Koltira when you're an Exorcist. Which...man, mixed feelings there. He remembered the guy being alright, but not exactly the best memories nor are those rune blade things pleasant to his eye...]

[But he sees that the guy is clearly checking for injuries. And so, he decides to spend his energy fretting. Yes, fretting over a death knight]

Are you alright?

[respired]

Better than expected.

[save_the_souls]

You looked like you were checking for injuries- were you hurt before?

[respired]

I was. Still am, but less so.

[save_the_souls]

I see...that's good, at least.

[He'd offer to help but well, for one, Koltira is on the Marsiva. And for another, the only way he knows how to treat an Undead is by killing them. So. Yeah.]

Has anyone explained to you where you are?

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[theboogieman]

[well that seems hella ominous. some text appears on the nearby screen!]

who are you

voice;

[respired]

[Koltira is shit at texting, so he sticks with voice.]

My name is Koltira Deathweaver, lately of Azeroth.

text;

[theboogieman]

[funnily, zhas is shit at talking, so he sticks to text.]

and what are you

[respired]

Who asks?

[theboogieman]

a boogieman.