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exsiliumlogs2013-07-09 06:52 pm
sithiche) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-09 06:52 pm
this planet is static
Date & Time: July 9th, evening-ish
Location: the outlands
Characters: Artemis & Seviilia
Summary: skipping merrily through the post-apocalyptic wasteland
Warnings: none yet, but who knows how long that will last.
If Artemis didn't know any better, he would almost suspect that the Outlands had actually gotten worse since he left. Of course, it probably just seemed that way since he was not exactly pleased to be here, this time around. Still, he had not given up on the prospect of finding new pockets of land that were not completely dead, such as the area where Koltira had built his cabin. Just being outside of the city was refreshing (or as close to it as he could get in this corner of the earth), as the air was not quite as dense with pollution.
He had actually gone so far as putting on his armor for the first time since his arrival, if only to prepare for the possibility of running into some of the many mutated beasts that roamed the countryside. If he was honest with himself, he almost hoped that he did, as it would be a decent way to blow off some steam.
Making his way to the top of a hill, he looked out over the horizon beyond it. His ears twitched as he heard a sound in the distance, fingers closing around the hilt of his sword as he attempted to determine if it was merely what passed for an animal these days, or something else.
Location: the outlands
Characters: Artemis & Seviilia
Summary: skipping merrily through the post-apocalyptic wasteland
Warnings: none yet, but who knows how long that will last.
If Artemis didn't know any better, he would almost suspect that the Outlands had actually gotten worse since he left. Of course, it probably just seemed that way since he was not exactly pleased to be here, this time around. Still, he had not given up on the prospect of finding new pockets of land that were not completely dead, such as the area where Koltira had built his cabin. Just being outside of the city was refreshing (or as close to it as he could get in this corner of the earth), as the air was not quite as dense with pollution.
He had actually gone so far as putting on his armor for the first time since his arrival, if only to prepare for the possibility of running into some of the many mutated beasts that roamed the countryside. If he was honest with himself, he almost hoped that he did, as it would be a decent way to blow off some steam.
Making his way to the top of a hill, he looked out over the horizon beyond it. His ears twitched as he heard a sound in the distance, fingers closing around the hilt of his sword as he attempted to determine if it was merely what passed for an animal these days, or something else.
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He let the silence continue for a moment, a cigarette appearing in his fingers, conjured from one of his inner pockets due to the inconvenience of digging for the package while he was in full armour. He brought it to his lips before speaking once more.
"Have you been here long?"
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The blood elf would give no further clues as to her relationship with Koltira. For all he bothered her, he was still a superior and she would certainly sooner stand at his side than Arthas', even if they didn't quite agree on everything. Or anything, really. That, at least, was one thing they could agree on.
She watches him conjure the cigarette and privately laments her long forgotten skills in the elements of magecraft. Just another reason to add to the long long list of 'Why Seviilia, Despite Her Murderous Tendencies, Would Never Stand With Arthas Menethil'.
"Though frankly, it makes not a difference to me being here or Azeroth. Both are tangled in their own wars, after all," she adds carefully.
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"I don't imagine that takes very long at all, for some." He gave a small gesture of his hand. "But I've never thought it does much good to dwell on one's bitterness about it. Complaining won't make them send us home."
This is what he kept reminding himself, at least. The last time he had been in Exsilium, he had few commitments at home, and battles and time travel were somewhat entertaining. This time around, obligations wore heavily on his mind, and he was still having trouble reconciling himself with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do about the state of affairs in his own world so long as he was here.