warforged | your hands protect the flames

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your hands protect the flames

Who: The Dragonsworn
What: The first arrival of the Dragonsworn goes a bit...awry.
Where: Scattered around the perimeter of Suramar.
When: Dawn on March 21st
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

It is almost as if you've woken from a daydream when the ground meets your feet. The stench of fire is overpowering, and though dawn is just approaching in the canopies of Kalimdor, bright flashes of green can be seen between the branches of impossibly tall trees. If that doesn't snap you out of your surprise, then the sound of nearby spitting in demonic tongue may persuade you to get a grip and notice your surroundings -- you are not alone. There are others like you, huddled just a bit too close, with a somewhat familiar face keeping you from advancing further. Looking down at your hands may briefly reveal a momentary flash of color, but nothing lasting more than a few seconds.

The mages of each flight take the helm of their charges, and they are quick to notice any movement from their groups despite channeling some sort of spell to keep you protected. Stray fire will bounce off an invisible shield that ripples when anything make contact with it. There seems to be nothing in sight but your new comrades, and your guardian -- at least not on the ground. The sky has flying demons swarming a pack of dragons -- and the dragons are very clearly losing. Look just a bit farther, and you might find more dragons, though these clearly have different colored scales than the ones above your head.

While distracted, you may hear your guardian speak to you. "There may yet be wounded nearby -- if you care to, bring them here, and we will tend to them from the Sanctum." Briefly, they gesture skyward, toward the dragons flying overhead. "Do not bring to us any that are not our own, lest you invite their demise!"

But the mage is focused on casting -- they are in no position to halt your advance, and they know it. They speak with concern -- concern for you, concern for the dire situation at hand. The demonic cackling is drawing near. The forests are rapidly becoming overrun, and there are already a few dragons slain on the forest floor.

"Take care, Dragonsworn -- I am bringing us to safety, but it will take time. To wander far is to invite your ruin, and we cannot afford the loss of your life."

[OOC: You are free to mingle on this post as you choose, despite the flight groups being scattered through the forests around Suramar -- after this log, you will be separated into your sanctums, and your interactions will be watched much more closely. Attempting to enter the city itself will result in a vicious attack from demons that will kill. The Dragon Mages will be tagging sporadically to heroes of their matching flight, and the conclusion of this log will lead Dragonsworn through portals to their Sanctums.]

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He's still searching for whatever blasted shifter might of taken away his power, making his way through the trees cautiously to keep from being found by any demonspawn about, or any dragons for that matter. But he's finding nothing. Frustrated beyond reason, he finds himself further and further away from his dragon mage, but then he sees a woman wandering about in the darkness, the breaking dawn gives him just enough to have a double take.

If that really was her, what was she doing wandering about out here, it was dangerous and they without their power were almost helpless. He dares to call out, prepared in case his assumptions were wrong and this woman happened to be an enemy instead.

"...Saori...?"

She freezes at the sound of that voice, certain it's some sort of Dream Shifter or other Third Party nightmare as well, but the pitch and tone are absolutely perfect. Her expression flickers from dazed to excited to wary all in the span of an instant. One hand strays down to the sword at her hip, but her fingers are trembling with uncertainty. Cautiously, she takes a single step towards him, responding in a querulous tone.

"...Vegeta? Is...Is that you?"

Thank the cosmos it was her. He felt woefully unprepared to fight most of the demons out and about.

"Yes," replying with relief coating his words, "It's me, listen, I don't know what's going on, but it doesn't look good..." His words are cut off by the shrill scream of a Shivarra in the distance, his attention diverted with teeth clenched at the horrific noise. It sounded as if the Legion was getting closer by the second, and he wasn't liking it.

Relief surges through her too, and she rushes right to him and gives him a quick hug before letting him go and taking a stance right at his side. Whatever that other man had said, it didn't matter. He was her ally, her champion, and the one familiar thing about this awful morning.

The sound gave her a start, and she grasped the hilt of her sword, still unsteady. If needed, she'd fight as hard as she could, but in this state she's not sure just what she's even capable of. It should be pretty evident to him as well.

"Stars, I don't...I don't know either, but we need to move further into the trees and find some cover and take stock of the situation." Her voice cracks a bit, fear gnawing at her. "I...think we've found ourselves in a worse place than even Luceti..."

The hug is unexpected, especially on the battlefield, his arms left hanging out to his sides. The sudden shock doesn't wear long on his face- her words spoke truth and he knew it. Nodding quickly, he gestures for her to follow him into an area more heavily wooded, knocking branches to the side as he clears a path for the two of them.

"Did you see those monstrosities in the sky? And those demons, I've never seen anything like them! Tell me, are you without your power? I can't do a darn thing, it's like there's a shifter about but I was informed there's nothing of the sort around here." His voice takes on a more irritated tone the more he spoke, the very thought of it all sparking his temper. "Perhaps when people are sent home from Luceti, they aren't sent home at all."

She follows, walking backwards with her hand slowly growing steadier on her sword. Trusting that he'll keep her from stumbling, she'll watch their retreat as they slip away and behind some trees and a few rocks.

"Dragons," she breathes, looking up in the the sky. "They're dragons from the West. Though, I've never seen so many of them at once, or so many demons in all my years." She shivers at his last words though, fear overriding her temper.

"And no. No, I can't feel the storm anymore. My power...it's gone. Even my sword feels heavy, Vegeta. Whatever this place is, it's definitely not Luceti. Even there, I've never been so completely robbed of my strength. Suppressed maybe, but never...like this."

She pauses, swallowing thickly.

"You feel it too, don't you? Like...your body is heavier...?"

His walks slows, turning around to look at her.

"Yeah. It's as if I never had any power to begin with." He lifts his own hand, examining it, opening and closing it worriedly. "And if that's so, well, I don't think I need to tell you what fate we'll be facing." He's unsure of what chance he would have against demons that were taking dragons out of the sky left and right. The situation seemed grim, and he felt he was totally without options on this one.

"That idiot elf called them the Burning Legion. And that they want to ruin our own homes, just as they are attacking this one." He shakes his head in disbelief. "This cannot be real, I must be dreaming."

"I...do feel I have some sort of power, but it's...not what I'm familiar with," Saori's reply comes through teeth clenched in frustration. She hated this as much as he did, the feeling of powerlessness that came with being shoved into these situations.

"Someone told me that we were brought here by the dragons. A...weird man calling himself the Doctor. I don't know much more than that, but I do know demons." She scowls, her fingers twitching, a bit of malevolent black energy beginning to form subconsciously. She doesn't even know she's doing it, let alone notice the energy forming.

"Why can we not just...stay in one world. With our powers untampered with...and...finish what we started. No demons, no third party..."

"How should I know. I told that wizard to send me home and he insisted he could not. Not by himself."

Even so, he tries to look for something in his own body, if she had power. He thinks there might be something there, but he's not sure. He hasn't been in a position to discover it, and now seemed like a bad time for him to try to train to find out.

"Then perhaps we should make him," she growls angrily. "If he brought us here...then they can send us back."

She waves her hand in front of her, and...that's about the time she notices the shadow power tracing along her fingertips. It's shocking enough that she flicks her fingers away from her, dispersing the spell.

"What?! Did...you...see that?!"

"Yes!" He cries out, lifting his hand to hers as if he were lifting it to a candle flame. "Great galaxy, how was it that you are able to do that?!" He takes another quick look around the area, just making sure they were alone. He thought he heard a rumble, that of footsteps nearing, but with the sounds of war all around them, he thinks he could of very well of been hearing things.

"I...I don't know! I just got angry...and then...that. Like when I'd draw on the storm inside me, or my anima. Only...darker..."

She looks down at her fingers, surprise evident on her face. It'd been just like she'd first begun learning to use her power under the direction of Tesshin's inugami. An impulsive, stray thought and she'd drawn on her power. It's so troubling that she's able to tune out the battle around them, more concerned with what's happening within her.

"Is there something you feel too? Maybe...whatever happened...changed the nature of our power somehow?"

"Ah- well, I've not had anything strange such as that happen to me yet. But perhaps mine was changed as well, though I don't know how if so."

He holds his arms out, fists clenched at his sides just like when he increases his power at home. He reaches down, but nothing happens. It's because he's not doing it right, but that's not something he realizes.

"Not a darn thing." He exhales in frustration. "And that's not good. I hear something getting closer to us by the second, do you hear it?" It's a rustling that he's been hearing for a good couple of minutes now, pretty far off and coming closer and closer.

"I think...maybe it reacts to anger, from me." She shakes her head, reaching a hand up to his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. If he's got power, he'll figure out how to make it work. And if he doesn't, then she'll find a way to give him some. That much she knows.

When he mentions the sound, she nods, getting quiet and listening. Her hand strays towards her sword again.

"I do..." she whispers. "But...I think it's heading east of us."

"Hmmm." His eyes stray back toward where he hears it. Little squeaking noises too, some higher pitched than others. It's still far off, but his ears aren't as big as they are for nothing.

"It might be that blasted Legion I keep hearing about. If so, I'm going to remove as much of their numbers as I can. It's what those dragons are fighting. A force from what I understand is much like the one from my world, destroying entire planets and moving to the next."

"It could be." She nods in agreement. "Regardless, neither of us is in any shape for fighting them right now." And she fervently hopes she won't have to test whatever this new power is right now.

"As...to that. I agree. From what I saw, they're not terribly unlike some of the demons from home. We'll...have to figure out what our new limits are. But once I stop feeling fuzzy, I...well...we have a duty to do." She smiles at him, eyes flickering to the locket he's wearing for a second. "To root out and destroy demons is one of the only tasks Heaven sets before us."

He suddenly gets very quiet. Not because of impending danger, but because of her words. His looks down at the locket, suddenly unsure of himself.

"Saori. When you took me like that we were both under the control of a shift, it's the only explanation for what transpired between us." The words are hard to spit out, because the greatest transgression had just happened hours before being pulled to this world. "Is this really what you wanted?"

Edited (DIDN'T LIKE WHAT I WROTE SO I CHANGED IT FIGHT ME) 2014-03-26 21:32 (UTC)

She pauses for a long moment, but nods in affirmation. The night they'd shared before, perhaps, was not what she'd have wanted. But the locket? There wasn't a man she'd trust with that more than him. Not Helios, or Goku, Trunks, Beardy, or any other.

"What...happened last night, no. I would not have done that. You know that." She shakes her head slightly, but smiles gently, fingers tightening against his shoulder. "But asking you to be my champion? Yes, and I'd do it again without reservation. I've thought about it a few times before but never had the chance to ask."

She swallows hard, shoving aside her pride and hopefully not injuring his. "I trust you, my friend. And...whatever new hell we're in, whatever shifts may have happened, my mind is clear on one thing. I know I need you more than ever, now...as I think you need me. Are you still willing to protect my locket?"

Edited 2014-03-27 01:27 (UTC)

He looks away, not knowing what or how to feel anymore. He feels as if he'd violated her in too many ways to count, and completely desecrated what he had with Bulma, even if it was something out of his control. And then thrust into this new world without any warning, a new threat in their wake and now she stood here still asking him to take this role.

Now, he glances down at the hand squeezing his shoulder, sighing with the gravity of the situation upon them.

"Must there be a name for it, can't I just keep the locket and be done with it?"

She's not entirely sure what to feel about the night before, either. Trapped here, there's no way she can apologize to Yuuna, or...to comfort Helios after that debacle either, and that makes her feel worse than the actual deed. That the man she'd slept with the night before is here with her should be troubling, but she's finding it a more comforting presence than anything. She'd told him the night before she loved him, after all. And she did mean that, though...in a different way than what he might've thought. Morrigan's lessons had sunk in well, and platonic love was easy to come by.

Her hand slides down his shoulder to his wrist, and she smiles.

"I don't have to call you by the title, but it is what you are. and it has a meaning, like everything my kind does." Her voice becomes serious, no teasing in her words at all. "When we finish this...Burning Legion and find our way home, it will become clearer. It's a measure of divinity. It gives you the standing of a lesser god. And...other things as well."

Hopefully he'd understand the implications of that. The authority to stand up and tell the gods to go jump off a cliff.

Exhaling in frustration yet again, he finally looks back at her, thinking on her words. That's quite a bit of power she's given him, even if it wasn't in the sense of power levels. Something he had when the Saiyan race was still in existence, only now, in the afterlife. He narrows his eyes at first, finding it incredible that she can still smile at him like that right now, but then, he was the only familiar thing to her in this world, as she was to him.

It takes him a second, but he manages to calm himself, pushing the experience to the back of his mind. Now wasn't the time to worry about it, they were standing in what could be their grave if they weren't careful. Allowing himself to be upset now would solve nothing, and if he manages to survive this he can be upset later.

"You do realize what I'll do with that once I return home, don't you?" He manages to crack a wicked grin back at her, letting the idea of what he'll do to those idiots back in Other World one day.

Familiarity is important to her, yes. And acceptance. The Malnosso had toyed with them again, changing around their emotions and making certain feelings more likely to result in an outcome they wanted. Vegeta had been as sweet and caring a lover as she could've asked for, and while it was troubling, there were worse things that might have happened. A shift to love with Isaac, or a night spent with Loki would've been a nightmare. To her, at least it'd been someone she trusted, and someone she even loved after a fashion.

Even if she didn't want to, that made smiling easier. This wasn't the time nor the place for worrying about that. Yuuna was...nominally safe back in Luceti, and Bulma was safe at home. She and Vegeta, however, were in this...Azeroth. And...at least he was able to smile now.

"I do. I'll help. If the gods of your world are a tenth as stupid as you say, I'll even hold them down for you."

"Oh, trust me, they'll make any idiots you know look like geniuses in comparison. It's pathetic." The very idea of her holding Yemma down while he rained all over their parade was fantastic. He couldn't wait.

It helped to calm his nerves, talking like this. The thought of the battle ahead was exciting, but at the same time he knew very well that he might die today. He wants to get right to it, but at the same time staying here was favorable too. But he has to fight. It went against everything he believed in not to.

Today could not be all smiles and he knew it. His expression turns serious, as he addresses her once more.

"Listen, I can't stand idly by while this battle takes place. I have to go, I've got to so something about...this." He gestures towards where the sounds of screaming dragons and shrill cries of demons could be heard.

She gives him a warning look, her hand on his wrist tightening. It's not that she wants to keep him there, or that she wants to stay here herself, but there's more to tell. Something important.

"Wait," she says, her words sharp. "You're not going alone, you know. I have a sword and magic. You have nothing right now. We're going together, you great lump. We're partners in this, you know. But before that, I need you to listen to me. The locket, Vegeta. If something happens, and we get separated. When you touch-"

At that exact moment, a loud shriek comes from close by, and a daemonette comes barreling at the two of them! It'd clearly managed to slip by enemy lines and it's heading right for them!

Edited 2014-03-28 03:28 (UTC)

If she hadn't let go of his wrist already, he's ripping it from her grasp now, readying himself.

"Son of a Namek, what is that?!" It's unlike anything he'd ever seen, in the mortal realm or Other World, and all he's got is his reflexes and natural strength now. It hears him yell, taking him as its first target and slashes viciously at his face. He barely manages to get out of the way, the scythe coming too close to his face for comfort.

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Pfft, this came right as a switched to this journal for tags

I am evil huehuehue

You did it again. Hope you had a good nap.

hah I didn't nap, I've been up all day ;;

Whoa!

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