sometimes you can't make it

[modforged]

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!]

Comments

[chosenfake]

It's about as believable as time traveling to fight a war against a crazy brainwashing--

[He's never been called a puppy before, and he halts mid-sentence as he begins to turn pink.]

I-I'm not a puppy! What the hell?!

[wilder]

[He laughs and reaches over to ruffle Luke's hair.]

Aw, of course! You're totally the biggest and fiercest swordsmen around! Yes you are!

[chosenfake]

[Luke sputters and flails, trying to shove the offending hand away. Not too hard. He's just... embarrassed. Having his hair ruffled reminds him of Guy, and of home, but mostly it just makes him really fucking flustered.]

S-shut up!!

[wilder]

[He'll pull his hand away and be snickering!]

Your face matches your hair now.

[chosenfake]

[It really does.]

Ha ha. If I give you a black eye, I bet it'll match your clothes.

[wilder]

Aw, you wouldn't really punch me in the face would you?

[chosenfake]

I'm thinking about it.

But you made dinner, so I guess punching the cook is off limits tonight.

[wilder]

How very gracious of you.

But I'll take what I can get. Cooking's probably gonna be my only contribution to everyone now that my healing's gone.

[Then a shrug] Well, cooking and my stunning good looks, of course.

[chosenfake]

[... lol.]

In that case, you can be on the front line. I'm sure your stunning good looks will stop a demon attack.

[wilder]

Ha ha. Harsh, lil cousin, harsh.

[chosenfake]

[It's strange, but that little nickname makes him kind of happy. A year ago he wouldn't have dreamt he'd be sharing dinner and stories with Kaneis by a fire.]

How old are you, anyway?

[wilder]

[Luke see it's cuteness like this that earns you the puppy comparison]

I'm twenty-three.

[chosenfake]

Wow, really? You act a lot older.

[Unlike Luke.]

[wilder]

Heh, really? [He's never heard that one before]

And just how old did you think I was?

[ANSWER CAREFULLY LUKE FON FABRE]

[chosenfake]

[Luke scritches his cheek.]

Twenty seven? Something like that. Not that you look like it.

[wilder]

[Twenty-seven.....okay, that age is young enough not to be offended by. So he instead chuckles. Lucky lucky Luke]

Ahaha....yeah. Most people tend to assume I'm younger than I am...

[chosenfake]

[He's lucky sometimes. Sometimes... ... okay, about never, but.]

Well, that's because you look nineteen.

[wilder]

Hey hey- I'd say I could pass for at least twenty-one!

[chosenfake]

[Luke shrugs.]

It's only a couple years' difference.

[Just don't ask how old Luke is.]

[wilder]

A couple years that matter!

[It's important! Though...talking about this makes him wonder something important. If he's human again, that's probably means he's going to start aging. And if so...does that mean he's gonna get facial hair?]

[Man, he's not sure if that's a good thing or not!]

[And nope luke, he's asking]

But while we're talking about age, how old are you supposed to be?

[chosenfake]

[Oh dear. Good luck finding some way to shave.

The question surprises him, but he can't really lie, so...]

Um... I'm... I'm eight.

[Not eighteen. Just. Eight.]

[wilder]

[But he could actually look like Ginger Jesus!!]

What-

[Yep. he sure looks surprised]

Seriously?! You're eight??

[WTF]

What- do you grow up really fast on your planet?!

[chosenfake]

[Luke just gets more embarrassed, drawing in closer to himself.]

No, nothing like that. Asch was ten when he was replicated, so I ended up looking ten, too. But I didn't have memories or anything, so I was like a baby who had to learn everything all over again.

Auldrant years are really long compared to that weird Earth calendar, though.

[wilder]

- Oh right. The whole replica thing.

[It's not that he forgot that Luke's a replica. It's just...not something he really thinks about all the time when he talks to Luke. ]

[Which is probably ironic considering what Chosens were technically supposed to be, but whatever]

Yeah? About how long are they?

[chosenfake]

[Luke ducks his head.] Yeah, the replica thing.

There's thirteen months, each with about fifty days. So yeah, it's weird missing a month.