THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

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Koltira

[deadelfwalking]

For Ashraf

[deadelfwalking]

[curtly.] There is little I can do about that.

For Ranka

[deadelfwalking]

[He smiles, small and wistful. Truth be told, he has not been dead for long at all by his own people's reckoning of time--only a little more than a decade--but it seems like centuries have passed between then and now.]

Aye, I did. The nobility held banquets every other evening, it seemed, and I was often required--and happy--to attend.

[ex_symbioses706]

( there's a thought that strikes her, and it shows up on her face when it does. )

Does that mean you're nobility, too?

[deadelfwalking]

[That gets a short laugh.]

No, I'm afraid not. I was merely a temple guardian.

[ex_symbioses706]

Really? What kind of temple?

For Chloe

[deadelfwalking]

[He shakes his head.]

My clothes, perhaps. They are relics of a different time. [he can definitely tell that she's been hitting the alcohol. He sighs and keeps his hands where they are--thank the Light for these thick gloves.] You look enchanting, of course. Did you paint those designs yourself?

For Martin

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira's long ears are hearing much more than he wants to, at present, both in terms of actual conversation and in terms of all the beating hearts and pumping blood. He massages his temples, nodding.]

Yes. Perhaps that would best. The gardens aren't far.

[theguideless]

[and he's finally learned well enough how to get there.

Martin reaches up, tugging his arm by the elbow to get one of those hands to hang onto and pull along. he is silent, fixated on locating the right way out, happy and relieved to be making the right guesses (or at least catching himself before making a wrong turn).

outside is a lot less oppressive in the sound and temperature sense, he finds, so he's feeling pretty good about this choice, and looks up to, hopefully, find similar relief.]

Is this better?

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira sits down on the nearest bench and almost immediately puts his face in his hands. The gardens are much quieter, thankfully, and he appreciates their meticulous beauty--more reminders of carefully manicured Quel'thalas--as well as the general emptiness of the walking paths. But his head still pounds.]

... yes, Martin. Thank you. I think I will just rest here a while, if you don't mind.

[theguideless]

It's fine. [really. Martin hops into the spot next to him with his legs awful close to dangling outright, the tips of his shoes grazing the ground. he tries to be mindful about not staring so readily, but that kind of goes out the window right away. not so much the...

well, alright. he's a huge dead guy with pointy ears. there's that. but he's looking awfully unwell – or at least uncomfortable. headache, maybe? Martin's not very sure.

he opens his mouth to say something, offer help, but the sound gets cut off with a sharp breath. he tenses up, his fingers curling painfully tight around the edge of the bench as a dreadful feeling seizes him. it feels like...what with his ears straining and his head buzzing...]

[deadelfwalking]

[He isn't so far gone as to miss that.]

--Martin? What's the matter?

For Blue

[deadelfwalking]

Invaded? By whom? Where are they? Are you hurt?

[the questions come out in an angry barrage. He doesn't lessen his grip, but he is looking around now, trying to find the source of this disturbance. It would be awfully nice to engage in some justified killing.]

[firstroar]

Kol– [he bites off the rest of the name, wincing through the little flood of questions and the heavy distress brought along with them. he brings a hand to his face, squeezing his eyes shut. one at a time, one–]

I don't...I don't know the man. It was his mind, the...there was so much. The screams. I had no warning, it was...simply...

[deadelfwalking]

[He growls in frustration, but does, at least, ease his hold on Blue.]

You have no idea, then.

[firstroar]

[with a little bit of slack, Blue sags before finding a little bit of the balance he needs. he lifts the hand nearest Koltira, turning it to press against his chest. cold, always, but anger has the false sensation of heat. he feels that, too.]

Try to...listen, and see. [it's not easy to synch up with agitated elves, but Blue can make the effort and push the images toward his mind. bleary, as his sight had been, and perhaps disjointed as one with no Mu sense would have trouble piecing up.

but there's that Doctor, the source of that swirling and awful mess...and Samus, too, gun armed and directed his way.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Who the hell are these people? He makes a frustrated noise in his throat as the imagery filters into his mind.]

Is there a threat going on right now? Do I need to find anyone I'm seeing"

For Raven

[deadelfwalking]

[He frowns at this stranger, his ears twitching slightly.]

No. They are not.

[feel_nevermore]

[She notices the twitch. Definitely not fake ears.]

I don't think we met before. I'm Raven.

[deadelfwalking]

[He would make an effort at courtliness--especially given the setting--but his head just hurts too much. Instead, he gives her a curt nod.]

Koltira.

[feel_nevermore]

[She quirks a quizzical eyebrow at that.] Koltira?

You're Ico's friend? [She didn't say 'zombie friend' because she can be tactful sometimes.]

[deadelfwalking]

I try to be.

[He doesn't think he's stellar at the job, though.]

For Alexstrasza

[deadelfwalking]

[He doesn't fail to notice that the Life-Binder is looking pretty slamming, but it seems vulgar to say so. Instead he bows to her in the traditional blood elf style, low and with a flourish of his hand. As he bows, he murmurs.]

Peace, Life-Binder, but it is not something I will easily find.

[life_binder]

[ You say that like she doesn't already know. She nods her head gratefully. ]

Perhaps a momentary distraction will suffice for the moment?

[deadelfwalking]

[he smiles weakly.]

That was my hope.