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estoria2016-06-12 07:05 pm
unpreparer) wrote in estoria2016-06-12 07:05 pm
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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! ]
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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You said they were herbs.
[You chew herbs.]
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[You are a gigantic man-child.]
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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.]
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There. Now, just take them and swallow them.
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And this... is going to actually work?
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...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.]
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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.]
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Nausea? Is that what this is?
[No, you're right. Poison would taste better.]
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[Which is...awkward. Considering his height.]
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[He broods for a moment .]
I do not like it.
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[Probably. Maybe.]
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[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.]