and in darkness all i can see

[indirection]

Date & Time: Backdated to agent-huntin' week
Location: The Hold; some gross alley
Characters: Wrathion; Syllona; Jericho
Summary: Time to gather some information! And by 'gather', I mean 'violently extract'.
Warnings: ATTEMPTED(??) MURDER

 

Frankly, Wrathion had jumped at the chance to hunt the United Earth's agents. He felt that he was slowly going mad on this damned island, with nothing to do and no one to do anything for him. Wrathion only cared about this world insofar as its fate was tied to Azeroth's, and they had all just been given incontrovertible evidence that this was the case. If he didn't try to save this world, Azeroth could be decimated--and he wasn't about to let that happen.

He waited for his 'team' at the Hold. Two people he had never met before. Humans, presumably. Unlike his fellow black dragons, Wrathion didn't automatically sneer at the mortal races. He didn't underestimate them, either.

But they were just mortals, in the end. Hopefully they would leave the talking to him.

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[lexiconning]

"Hi..." Syllona mumbled out, taking one or two unconscious steps closer to Jericho than the guy with slit, red eyes. Well, at least having someone she knew coming along was good, right? She did come into this knowing she'd be working with a team, so she'd just have to get over this other person being a stranger.

At least he had the most normal looking clothes she'd seen since getting here.

"I'm Syllona, and he's Jericho. But, um, he can't talk..." she said, glancing over then up to Wrathion, swallowing and moving on. "So if we're going to do this, let's come up with a plan, yeah?"

[indirection]

"The plan is that you follow me and you try to keep quiet," Wrathion replied. He eyed Jericho with a little grin. "Should be easy enough for him, eh?"

[eyecontact]

The look Wrathion gave him made the remark more grating than it really was. Jericho's mouth set into a thin line. He glanced at Syllona, trying to gauge her thoughts on the situation – and that guy.

[lexiconning]

Syllona grimaced, squinting up her eyes at Wrathion. Seriously?
"Uh... What? What- what makes you so sure you know what to do?" she said, wishing there'd been a clever come back to go with it.

[indirection]

"First of all," Wrathion said, his tone imperious, "I am a master of strategy."

He was either completely ignorant or completely indifferent to Syllona and Jericho's distaste, because he went on without missing a beat (or sparing either of them a glance). "Secondly, I command powers that are well suited to the art of extracting information. The two of you really don't need to do anything."

He offered them a benevolent smile. "I'll take care of everything for you."

[eyecontact]

This guy...

Jericho almost mirrored Syllona's expression, but quickly breathed out and let it go. However, he shook his head, pressing his hand to his chest and giving Wrathion a somewhat stern look, even glancing at Syllona for backup.

We're going to help, too, aren't we?

[lexiconning]

Jericho's gesture caught her attention, and she gave a firm nod. Even if Wrathion was telling the truth -- and she already had doubts there -- that didn't mean they volunteered to be babysat.

Syllona bit her lip and bent to dig around in her satchel, working hard to reflect some confidence in her words, "Good to know all that. When we find the right person you can show us, but that's what we should focus on right now... if you ask me."

A map was retrieved and turned for the both of them to see. A little pointedly more in Jericho's direction. "So. So, if I were one of these agents where would I hide?"