warforged | sometimes you can't make it

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sometimes you can't make it

Who: Alexstrasza, Krasus/Korialstrasz, and the Redsworn
What: Successful retreat into the Ruby Sanctum
Where: Ruby Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[The Ruby Sanctum is a flurry of activity. This becomes clear within two seconds of stepping through the portal. The wounded are guided over to a grassy clearing surrounded by saplings and adolescent trees, bade to lay down and receive healing from other dragonkin. Some of the trees are years old, while a few look to have shot up recently. If you watch, vines engulf one fallen warrior; the body sinks into the ground, and a tiny sapling appears in its place.

Despite the war going on outside, the sanctum is less of a cavern and more like a self-contained dimension. Ample sunlight drifts down through scarlet leaves, which are occasionally home to the crimson scales of a whelpling. There is life everywhere: insects on twigs, birds chirping overhead, flowers at your feet. Dragon eggs lay nestled in the nooks and crannies offered by the tranquil forest. There is a decently-sized spring filled with fresh, pure water, as well as some small rocky outcroppings to sleep in. It's warm and comfortable enough to rest out in the open, too.

The cloaked and ever-mysterious Krasus stands watching the dispersing redsworn, his back against the massive oak in the center of the sanctum.

Occasionally, one may glimpse a beautiful red-haired woman with copper skin winding through the copse.]

[ooc: Mingle log for redsworn!]

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Heh. Pardon me. [He grins wickedly and shrugs. He knows that song and dance all too well. Maybe she was from his world? He doesn't recognize that armor though, but then he might not have conquered her planet.]

Does the name Frieza ring any bells?

[ 'You're excused', she doesn't say, brows furrowing slightly at his smirk. His question, at least, is an easy one to answer. ]

No. Should it?

If it doesn't, then you're better off. [Okay, she wasn't. Oh well.]

[He flicks the gauntlet she had resting on a boulder, the sound giving him an idea of how dense it was.]

How do you even fight in that thing. It's totally unnecessary to wear such a bulky set.

[There's no reply to that, beyond the partial shrug of one shoulder. She'd take his word for it, though with little belief credited: she doubted whatever 'Frieza' was, it wasn't a patch on the Covenant. Or the Legion, for that matter.

The neutrality flickers into a glare when he knocks over her gauntlet, though she was hardly worried about damage from the grass of dirt. ]

It does what I need it to. In space or on the ground.

Edited (ooc: typo correction, whoops) 2014-03-28 21:11 (UTC)

It looks like a hunk of junk. No room to breathe, not flexible at all, the only thing that might be useful is that it's full body armor.

[He picks the gauntlet up off the ground and looks inside it. Is it all high tech in there? He's interested to know if it is.]

[ Vegeta moves to pick it up, and Carolina moves at once to intercept - he might hold it, but her hand snaps out to seize his wrist. It's no dainty grip at that, though she'll not tell if her strength is from the suit or all her own. ]

More flexible than it looks. Where I'm from, you need all the defense you can get.

[ It's not as if humans could survive a space walk without a suit. ]

My. [He looks down now at his seized wrist, but doesn't bother to pull it away, or get angry.] Don't get all worked up, I wasn't going to steal your precious armor. I just want to have a look at it. You're not the only one around here who's familiar with galactic battle and advanced technology, you know.

We just probably fight differently than you, that's all.

If you want to look, next time, ask permission. Now drop it.

[ Yeah, no, she's not going to share now. Maybe later, when she cares less about the experimental project the armor's linked to. ]

So you say. What sort of armor do you use, then? [Since he certainly didn't appear to bring anything armor-like with him.]

[He hadn't meant to irritate her, but that just ends up being a bonus for him. He's still grinning as he drops the gauntlet as instructed, amused.]

Have it your way. But you might want to think about unhanding me before I answer any questions.

[ Off-green eyes narrow, but don't blink, holding Vegeta's even as he grins at her. She doesn't let go right away, perhaps intending to make a point, but once she does, Carolina only pauses long enough to grab her gauntlets before stepping away. A little bit of space was a good thing. ]

Talk then.

[He rubs his wrist with his other hand, happy to have it back.]

It's a simple design. A breastplate that's near impossible to crack, some models with shoulder guards and sideguards. It's flexible as well, form fitting to the body. And one size fits all. [His tone is sly in regards to the last sentence.] No other armor is needed. Not for elite soldiers, that is.

[ One size fits all? Carolina can think of plenty of flaws with that attitude to suit design, but keeps that (and any commentary she might have) behind her teeth. ]

[cooly] And yet, you don't have it with you.

'Elite' armor doesn't do much good if you don't wear it.

Hey. [He totally drops his sly smile now.] If I'd of known I was going to be transported here, I'd of taken it with me, believe me now. It just so happens I was in bed when I was brought here, so I'm thankful that I was even clothed.

But it just so happens that I didn't even get a courtesy warning to get ready to fight in this universe, so don't you get on me about not having my armor with me.

[ Someone isn't remotely intimidated by the loss of smile. If anything, green gaze remains fixed on him,

None of us had any warning. [best she could tell anyway. She gave a half-shouldered shrug.] But if you had the luxury of being snug asleep in bed, sounds like your world's more restful than mine.

[ ..Not necessarily peaceful. The man's build certainly suggested physical power, if nothing else. ]

Some of us have already worked to attain that kind of peace, thank you very much. [He sneers back at her.]

Besides. Don't try to tell me you never take that armor off. Unless of course you never shower or clean yourself, which might explain the smell. [He indicates toward the gauntlet he'd dropped.]

Well, good for you. [She sighs, but resists the urge to roll her eyes. Barely.] My world's still in the thick of it. Got brought here directly from combat.

[ ..just not with the aliens. But he doesn't need to know that. ]

[ When he comments on smell, she does roll her eyes, before gesturing to the cloths still stacks on one of the rocks behind him. ]

This suit may be designed for long term exposure to different environments, but armor maintenance is important. If there's a smell, well.. [she ducks down, picking up the abandoned gauntlet and turning to show the black ichor stuck there; there's a clear expression of distaste.] I happened to get more hands-on time with our new adversaries than I was expecting.

[He peers at the ichor, it looked gross and MAN WOULD HE BE MAD if that was all over him. He'll silently thank the stars he didn't fight anything that spit out nasty anything at him.]

You're lucky that's not eating through your armor. Besides... [He takes a look around, and actually stops being a jerk for a minute-] I don't think you're going to be able to maintenance that here, it seems this is going to be another undeveloped planet. [Back in Luceti, he'd met people who didn't even know what a car was. It was a sad, sad day.] I'll be lucky if I can even manage to find the spare parts just to make a motor out here, let alone anything advanced.

So it seems.

[She had moved away from where people were drinking and bathing just in case the toxicity could cause contamination, but so far it just..acted much like blood. Incredibly gross, smelly blood. A small price to pay, really.]

[The fact he seems to drop the posturing, even if it's just for a moment, gives Carolina pause. Green eyes flicker to one side, before taking it at face value. For now.]

I noticed. [distaste turns into grimace] Even the demons of this Legion don't seem to utilize any equipment in the field, whatever their home dimension. I'll have to make the most of what I have, for as long as I have it.

They don't need equipment, they've got magic. [He sneers.]

Little devils were shooting fireballs at us, and I've got the feeling that was just the tip of the iceberg. [He might still be a bit bitter about almost having his ass handed to him by a couple of imps.]

Not something common in your universe, either?

[ She stared at her gauntlet a moment, trying to process the mess she was in inspite of the pain in her head. ]

And it seems like that mage, Krasus, knows the most about what's going on. Guess we'll have to wait for him to resurface tomorrow to ask questions, when more people have recovered.

Powerful magic that matters isn't common. [And he's glad for that.] And that Krasus fellow better stay in hiding, when I get my hands on him I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

If his magic is responsible for bringing us here-- [she looks now, across the idylic-seeming meadow, recovering redsworn, and its graveyard of newly sprouting trees] --then mind you don't piss him off.

I think we all have a lot of questions.

[He glares at her with a 'don't tell me what to do' look.]

He better answer them all. And then some, if he knows what's good for him. The nerve.

[Her answering look is an unimpressed "don't be such a baby". But her tone remains civil. ]

Until then, we sit tight. [she sniffs lightly, then with more intent, before her head turns quizzically towards the scent of something /burning/.] ...what the hell is that?

[His head follows suit.]

I don't know. There's an idiot over there cooking something, and it smells awful. [But it's food. Can't argue about food.]

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