System Mingle!!

[appletart]

Who: EVERYONE!!
Broadcast: If you want?
Action: In the current system!
When: ALL MONTH!!!

It's a system mingle! What are you up to? Exploring the surface? Living the best nightlife ever? Fighting off your own allergies? Doing your best to ignore Fred.....?


System Info Here!

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[spellsteal]

[He doesn't mind the soft weight of the hand atop his head, though a catlike part of him wants to push into it so he doesn't stop. It's his words, however, that get Belth to pay attention. Something cold shoots through him to his toes.]

T-that's not funny, [he stammers out. He knows Adra isn't kidding but that's a little too much to process in this moment.] Please tell me you haven't forgotten Alrune, at least. The weirdness with-- with timelines, that I can understand, but how can you know me and not Alrune?

[hymnals]

[His expression's blank. His mind, too. What is Belthazar saying right now? What is he implying?

Adra feels weak, like his legs are about to give out.]

Who--who's Alrune?

[spellsteal]

[He can't believe this. Not once did he think he'd stare into the face of a father he remembers that doesn't know all his children.]

Alrune is your daughter. One of three children by blood, between you and Lady Avali. You took me in just as Orgrimmar fell, and while you've been on the front lines, I've tried my best to guide them as I should-- as the eldest.

[As his blood brother did not do for him.]

I've heard of this, of worlds that match yet don't quite line up. I... I'm afraid I may not be the Belthazar you know.

[hymnals]

[Belthazar's voice turns to static in Adra's ears. Children with--Avali?]

No, no ...

[He mutters, feeling himself grow hot, feeling sweat bead at his throat.]

No, I had to let her go. I didn't ... We never--

[He covers his mouth with his hand, shaking his head. A future where he didn't walk away? Where they somehow survived Aurelius, together? He can scarcely imagine it.

So much so that he just stands there, trembling, overwhelmed by the possibility.]

[spellsteal]

[He's never seen his father this broken before. Despite the cold realization that this isn't quite the Adra he knows, he's still the an'da he loves, and so he doesn't hesitate to throw his arms around the magepriest and hold him close.]

... It's all right. As weird as this is, it isn't surprising-- especially without the Bronze Flight protecting our timelines here.

I might be a little more broken than the boy you adopted, but I can do this. I will take care of them, so... leave it to me.