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woke up in the woods covered in blood [open]

Who: Illidan and open
When: ooc- 6/07 to 6/14
Where: various
What: June event so memory sharing is a go!
Rating/Warning: PG-13 ish? Illidan's memories are terrible and filled with gratuitous violence.

A. Judge if you want

[In the morning, Illidan walks through the city, the carcass of a some unfortunate animal slung on his shoulder, his new little fox companion trotting along behind him, being thoroughly ignored by its owner. He gets some looks, but it's not like he can see them. Though at some point during his his walk back to his home, one of the robots got in his way, and since his weird magic-vision didn't extend to technology, he ran right into it and nearly fell flat on his face.

So naturally he got into an argument with it for not seeing where he was going, and the poor confused robot trying to help him by taking his kill to dispose of it. The only reason Illidan hadn't already tried to destroy the robot was that it kept moving on him, but unless someone decided to step in and talk the old elf down, he was going tear that robot apart as soon as he figured out where it was.]

B. We're all going to die

[During the day Illidan can be found in a library. He's perched himself on one of the lower bookshelves by a window, with his arms crossed over his chest, not moving a muscle. Considering he's supposed to be working here, one may assume he's making sure no one gets into trouble.

He's not of course, he's totally sleeping his little fox creature doing the same on the end of the bookshelf, but what with the blindfold and all, but you are welcome to assume otherwise. Problem is, he's blocking a good section of the shelf he's sitting on, so good luck trying to sneak a book out, or maybe you are just going to try to shut that window because the breeze is annoying. Or maybe you're going to just try and push him off that bookshelf because he's annoying.]

C. I intend to deserve it

[In the early evening until morning, anyone who thought to take a stroll to enjoy the lovely jungle atmosphere, in all its humid muggy glory, may find their leisurely stroll interrupted. It would seem as though one of the native beasts decided to take a stroll of it own, only more bloody, and on fire, and likely far more angry.

There aren't any signs of its attacker, which is probably why this majestic creature has decided to attempt and tear off your face instead. Fortunately, right before it gets close enough to be a real threat it collapses at your feet with a big old glaive jammed into the back of its head.

The culprit doesn't take long to reveal himself. Illidan glares from his perch in one of the trees.]

That is mine.

[Whether he means the animal or the glaive... well the answer is both.]

D. Wildcard

[Any other ideas, go for it! ]

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[There's always been something bizarrely ironic about Illidan accepting a job in a library. Not because he couldn't read, but because he just looked like some sort of strange gargoyle when he bothered to show up to work. She knew why he'd accepted it: because it was quiet and generally pretty empty, but that didn't make it any less strange to find him dozing on a bookshelf.

And he's totally blocking the shelf with the only copy of How To Win Friends and Influence People...along with the book she actually wants: Exorcisms of Ancient Earth.]

Illidan. [Her voice is mild, but loud enough that he'll hopefully wake up.]

[Illidan let out an agitated grunt, baring his teeth for a moment in hopes of deterring whoever was making noises at him from continuing to bother him.

Then groggily scratches his side, and shifts a little to get more comfortable... or as comfortable as he could be sitting on a bookshelf.]

[Rei, unbothered, clears her throat and in a louder voice:] Illidan Stormrage. You’re sitting on the book I need. Roll over the other way, please.

[What she’s not aware of is that her little fox is creeping up on him. And if he’s not going to move, he’s going to end up with memories…]

[ The voice finally sunk in, and the green glow beneath his blindfold grew brighter. He let out a yawn and sat up, groggily looking over toward the priestess.[]

Priestess? You spend too much time here, aren't your kind supposed to be out and about this time of day?

[and he absentmindedly kicks at the small fox that had been curled up at his feet, but being linked to him, it was just as antisocial as he was and leaped off the bookshelf hissing at him before he would have made contact. Not that it would have done anything, but it was the thought that counts.]

Edited 2016-06-13 19:19 (UTC)

[Rei snorts, reaching for the book he's sitting on, tugging it free.]

I enjoy reading, Illidan. And I prefer to be more active and athletic at night when it's cooler. [Parkour, for one thing. Also something about fighting evil by moonlight.]

Did you just kick at your fox? [She has a guess as to what it is...]

[He shifts, allowing her to take the book, then sat up more appropriately, taking his feet off the shelf and facing Rei. As he speaks he stretches, rolling his shoulders, then flexing his wings, first one, then the other- until it hits the window. Damn cramped human buildings. He'll just disregard that happening.]

Then why not simply stay up during the night? I've always found it more agreeable, though I may be somewhat biased.

[He glanced around for the little beast, catching glimpses of it as it darted around, restless and antsy.]

Aye, the little useless rat won't let me be. It is an annoyance that keeps creeping up on me when I am not paying attention.

[Rei shakes her head, and tucks the book under her arm, stepping clear so he can stretch without bumping her.]

You are a night elf, it's only natural. I just don't sleep like a normal person. Martians don't require it quite so often.

[She follows his gaze, but of course she can't see anything.]

I can't see it, but I imagine it's similar to the one that follows me around. It's some CERES nonsense, I'm sure.

[He supposed needing less sleep would be a handy skill, technically a trait he now shared as well, but had not taken to in Cerealia. Sleeping was something to deal with the boredom, honestly.]

Well, Sleeping less would explain tha- oi!

[Then his beloved pet "rat" as he dubbed it, accidentally barrels into Rei while darting around-]

[Then the memory cuts to a large open room, several Night Elven sorcerers stand straining to keep a black portal open in its center. Off to the side stood a towering tusked lizard creature, which was as powerful as it was foul, which seemed to be glaring daggers at a significantly younger, less demonic Illidan, with far better hair. The young elf stood, arms crossed over his chest, and sporting the most obnoxious cocky little smirk, seemingly enjoying the ire of the lizard creature.

Illidan gazed into the abyss of the portal and bowed his head in some sign of humility, probably would be more effective without the little shit-eating grin, but hey, it's Illidan. A powerful evil could be sensed from the portal, but Illidan had warded his thoughts and tucked his true intentions deep within the pockets of his mind, confident the being on the other end of the portal would not be able to probe them.

"Nothing would please me more than to stand before you with the Dragon Soul in my hand"

The being in the portal chuckled and responded, a voice echoing through the minds in every individual in the room, "Such loyalty deserved a mark of favor, Night Elf..."

And there. Right there is when that shit-eating grin goes completely rigid before slowly starting to fade. He managed to keep the panic from his voice, but it was pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with any favors from the portal dick.

"My Lord Sargeras, your crossing into Azeroth will be favor enough and I need no other aide in my-"

And there. Right there, is when portal dick stopped giving a crap about what Illidan's sputtering and just shot two green beams from the portal, directly into Illidan's face. The force from the blast hoists Illidan clear off the floor, the young elf screaming from the pain, then the blast cuts out and Illidan falls back to the floor- still screaming. Even the lizard thing seems to almost pity the elf, and awkwardly gestures to Illidan to be taken out of the room. A large demon steps forward, and grabs the nearest limb and unceremoniously drags Illidan from the room.]

[Back to present time, Illidan sat rubbing his forehead, a big more pale than before.]

[It takes Rei a moment to focus, stepping back and away, her back hitting the bookshelf on the far side, her hand flying up to cover her eyes. That's incredibly vivid. And it's actually kind of horrifying.]

That was...your memory. Heavens. That's how it happened?

[Illidan looked up at her in confusion, memories? one of his? While he had been experiencing vivid replays of his own memories, this was even more peculiar.]

Priestess, slow down, how what happened?

I saw something from your past. [She uncovers her eyes.] I saw...how you lost your eyes. Sar...geras?

Oh. That.

[said as flatly as he could.]

Well, I suppose there are worse moments you could have seen.

[Not many, and not much worse, but still.]

Sargeras is the leader of the Burning Legion. I could not sense it then, but he is a being of unfathomable power. The might of all those here and their worlds combined would not be enough to defeat him.

I was fortunate, those who receive his gifts, do not always survive.

I imagine there are.

[She breathes in and out a couple of times, not bothering to retort that he's wrong there. Because the Ginzuishou was omnipotent and a really, really complicated story on top of being a pretty weird McGuffin.]

You were trying to trick him, yes?

[he nods.]

My intention was to take the artifact myself, and vanquish his armies from our land, and destroy the portal.

[He leans back trying to adjust to the settling discomfort. He had been lightheaded before, that wasn't new. But coming from a race that did not fall ill, the nausea was a bit new. And he did not like it.]

How much of the memory did you see by chance? I am going to assume you merely saw until shortly after.

[She didn't look like anyone who had shared in the visions Sargeras had granted him. Those who had usually voluntarily gouged their own eyes out in hopes of making it stop.]

I saw what happened, and then I saw you dragged out by some demon. And then I was back here.

[She's seen C'thulu, or it's equivalent, up close and personal. It's really alright. She's a big girl, Illidan!

You, on the other hand...]

It's because of your fox. If it touches someone, they'll see one of your memories, and your stomach will react badly. I've been seeing it for days now. [She goes into her bag and pulls out some pills.]

Eat these. It's an herb that should settle the nausea.

That was all then. A small comfort, I was plagued by visions of Sargeras' past conquests over other worlds while the powers he granted me began to settle. Between that and the pain, I simply put myself in a magically induced coma for a few days.

Not my proudest moment, but I survived.

[he takes the pills and runs his thumbs over them in his palm curiously... because how the heck were these plants?]

These are... unusual herbs...

They've been crushed and rolled into a pill form.

[Let's focus more on that. Modern medicine and not...ah...magical comas.]

It works faster, since they can reach your stomach more quickly. Something physicians in my world discovered a hundred years ago or so.

[Not sure how that makes any sense, but whatever, he's had his eyes magically gouged out with fire, he can take this weird herb nut thing. So he picks the pills up, puts them in his mouth, chews, then promptly spits them back out. Nope. Gross. Not gonna do it. Can't make him.]

It's disgusting.

You're not supposed to chew. Just swallow them whole.

[...]

[scowl intensifies]

You said they were herbs.

[You chew herbs.]

Crushed together to be more effective. Swallow them whole. They break apart in your stomach so you don't taste them.

[You are a gigantic man-child.]

[Shut up, concentrated vegetables are gross.]

You could have told me that before hand.

[And now he needs more because he spat them out. Hide them in ice bream or something this time.]

[Then more he'll have.]

There. Now, just take them and swallow them.

[He grunts in discontent and takes them, repeating what he did before without chewing.]

And this... is going to actually work?

Assuming that the medicine is administered properly, and it was, and you don't throw it up, yes. Give it a few minutes, maybe a half hour, and you'll be fine.

[He pulls his legs back up onto the bookcase, and settles in an attempt to get more comfortable, but gives her a dubious look at her... warning.]

...Why would I throw it up?

[Just what kind of herbal remedy was this, that it had some chance to help and another to make you ill. It sounded more like poison to him. Not that he thinks she'd poison him... on purpose.]

[Because you act like a kicked dog sometimes, geez. She meets his look with a stern one of her own.]

You might throw it up if you eat, because you’re nauseous and adding food on top of nausea is stupid. Give your stomach time to absorb it, that’s all.

[It’s not poison. He’s just a baby.]

[Totally is actually a kicked puppy okay? Don't make him go on about that one chick that wasn't that into him some ten thousand years ago]

Nausea? Is that what this is?

[No, you're right. Poison would taste better.]

Yes. Nausea, and vertigo. The way the room spins is a side effect of your fox.

[Which is...awkward. Considering his height.]

I have been struck in the head enough times to get dizzy, but my people do not fall ill as mortal races do. At least, not naturally.

[He broods for a moment .]

I do not like it.

Sorry. But that's what it is. You'll...get used to it.

[Probably. Maybe.]

With any luck this is an isolated incident, and I will not have to.

[Illidan leans back and settles once more, in hopes of getting back to sleep.]

You have my thanks priestess... And in regards to what you saw, you should do your best to disregard it. It is an old memory from a time long past. It no longer holds any significance.

[A bit of a lie, however he saw her reaction to it, better she forgot it for her own good.]

[ Tucking his hands into his pockets, the Magician examines the animal without a shred of concern on his face. ]

I see.

[ No concern, but perhaps a tinge of disappointment. He might have liked to have killed the thing himself. His eyes flicker up at the stranger. His eyes are narrow and sharp, already calculating if perhaps Illidan himself might be more entertaining prey. His bloodlust flickers, just barely beneath the tight control of his aura. ]

[Illidan didn't move for a moment, his eyes could pick up on magic and power, and one who was this far out in the jungle had to be formidable in some sense.

Regardless of what he saw he leaped down next to his kill and pulled the glaive free of the beast, before hoisting the creature onto his shoulder. He gives the, what he will assume is a human.]

Aren't you a bit... small to be out here on your own, mortal?

[ The corner of his mouth curls into a smile. An unusual reaction to him, he was larger than most humans, already tall before he put on the heeled shoes he wore. He does, however, use something of an illusion to hide his musculature, which is quite improbable for his species but he was quite dedicated to strength. He uses nen and bindings to mask the bulge of muscle. All in all, however, it is fair to call him smaller than the likes of Illidan Stormrage. Novel. He likes novelty, almost above all else. ]

Is that a hint of concern I hear?

[ It isn't, Hisoka is just a jackass. ]

[He looked up from what he was doing to give the human a look for that comment. Sassy humans in the jungle. He was already not liking this day, then again he usually did not like days when he had to speak to people in general so that may not be saying much.]

If you wish to delude yourself into thinking so, then by all means.

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