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[cloakand_danger]

Who: Yuan Ka-Fai, anyone in the Ruby Sanctum
What: Going from angel to mortal in under ten seconds, aka arrival post
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: May 5
Warnings: Probably some mild swearing

Suddenly appearing in a strange new place is not, in and of itself, enough to knock Yuan from his feet.

What is enough is the fact that the air is cold in his lungs, and he's breathing like it's something he needs to do, and his limbs are heavy in a way they haven't been in years. He tries to move, takes a step, staggers and leans against a wall for balance. His clothes are a tangible presence against his skin, and the texture of the wall is rough and cool.

"What...what did that bastard do to me?" His voice is oddly distant to his ears, and he squints as he stares out at the crowd of dragons before him, his vision less clear than he's accustomed to. Upset and vulnerable, he decides to stay put for the moment until he can get his bearings and regain some equilibrium.

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[wilder]

Zelos is the one that spots Yuan first. It was simply out of the corner of his eye, something blue suddenly appearing. Being here a few months, he knew that was probably a sign of a new arrival. He honestly was expecting to see yet another draenei from the blue. Since hey, the Red Flight seemed to enjoy taking them in.

He did not expect to recognize the new arrival, and his surprised reaction shows that much.

"Son of a bitch...! Yuan?!"

Nor, does it seem, is he very happy about it. It'll probably click in a second that Yuan needs help. But right now, his mind is reeling from the fact that out of all people, the Red Flight brought that guy in?

...

Then again, at least it was better than Kratos.

[cloakand_danger]

Yuan turns his head at the sound of his name - slowly, everything he does is too slow now, or at least it feels that way.

"Wilder?" He scowls at Zelos unhappily. Of all the people to greet him in a strange world when he's already vulnerable... "What the hell are you doing here?"

[wilder]

He was sitting before, but now he's standing. His hand hangs near his sword, but there's no moves to draw it yet. Just...caution.

"Oh you know me, I just love getting into wars that have nothing to do with me." There's an eyeroll that accompanies the snark. "I got dragged into this mess same way you did."

[cloakand_danger]

"Ugh." He leans his head back against the wall. He is so not up for this right now.

But on the other hand, since Zelos has answered one question, maybe he'll have the answer to another. "Did they...do something to us?" It has to be his Cruxis Crystal. There isn't anything else that affects the way he functions to such a degree as this, and he's visibly worried about the possibilities of that. "Interfere with our Key Crests or something?"

[wilder]

He tilts his head as he looks down at Yuan. The guy does not look very well, possibly even worse than he did when he arrived. Though, that wasn't too unsurprising considering how much longer Yuan had been an angel.

He does consider not answering for a couple seconds- but alas. Even Zelos has limits of how jerkish he can be. So he gives a little sigh as he answers. "Yeah, sorta. The method they use to bring people in's got some serious flaws - powers getting lost and stuff like that." Or into an undead...whatever Shirley was now. It made him queasy just thinking about how he dodged that bullet.

"The good new for you is you're not sick or dying or anything. You're just not an angel anymore."

[cloakand_danger]

Powers getting lost. Not an angel anymore. The words echo around his head for a moment before he's able to allow himself to accept the sense of them. He's mortal now - it isn't that he's weak or deaf or blind...except in comparison to what he's been for the last four thousand years.

"It makes sense," he says at last. "And considering Exspheres...it could be worse. Although I'm left wondering how they expect us to help them if we're sealed like this."

[wilder]

"Beats me," He gives a simple shrug. "People usually just tell me to stick 'em with a sword."

It wasn't that Zelos was all that fond of his powers. Honestly, in any other circumstances, he'd welcome the return to being a normal human. But in a war against an army of demons, well, even he couldn't deny he was missing having all those powers that came with being an angel.

[stormcalling]

Valamia is not in a good mood. It's never a good mood when she's trying to figure out the best way to get a member of her family back. While she's stuck pacing through the sanctum it isn't hard to miss a man with blue hair that looks more out of place then either her or Vastania does. She can still be civil or at least try. "Hey." she's going to go over to him and give him a quick look over. He doesn't look like he's bleeding out. That's good.

"I'm guessing you're one of the people the dragons decided to drag into this mess, huh?" She could be open, honest and tell him all about everything. On the other hand he might not be ready for that or he might have a clue already. She might as well make sure he's in a decent state of mind before they could possibly try and talk out everything.

[cloakand_danger]

Yuan looks at her oddly, trying to figure out exactly what this being is that's approaching him. She doesn't feel powerful enough to be a Summon Spirit - not that he really trusts his senses right now - but he's never known anything humanoid other than the Spirits to be purple.

But since she's talking to him, he should at least try to reply. "Ah...Dragons? They didn't look like dragons to me." He squints out at the cave. "...Those certainly look like dragons, though, so I suppose I'll say yes, that seems to be what happened to me. I don't suppose you have any extra details on what 'this mess' entails?"

[stormcalling]

It takes her a second to remember that not everyone had seen a Draenei. She probably looks as weird to him as humans look to her. He did seem like more rattled then she had been when she showed up. Not that it was much of a comparison. "I do." She'll sigh. Oh the mess that everyone was in right now. The problem was she had no idea where to start.

"Lets see...the dragon mages who brought us here did so to fight against the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion is a mass army of demons who have corrupted races, destroyed worlds and caused immeasurable amounts of destruction. They are also a force that has not been completely defeated in over tens of thousands of years. To my knowledge all anyone has done is either flee them, succumb to them or delay their invasions." She realizes that maybe, just maybe, that is a bit too blunt. False hope wasn't going to do a whole lot of good at the moment and she was not in the mood to offer it.

[cloakand_danger]

"That would be what attacked my world before they brought me here, then." He closes his eyes, trying not to remember the destruction. They spent so many thousands of years trying to revive the Great Tree...was it all for nothing?

And opens them again, still regarding her curiously. "...So we've been brought here...what, to make a stand against them? Is there some reason to believe that we'll do better than previous attempts, or is this a last defiance sort of thing? ...Not that I exactly have a problem with the latter, but it would be reassuring to think that there's some measure of strategy at work here."

[stormcalling]

Attacked his world as well? She could push that and figure out if it was truly the Legion but it seems better to focus on keeping him informed. She could answer her own curiosity later. They likely has plenty of time unless things took a turn from worse to horrible.

"They believe that we our help they can drive the Legion back. The Legion doesn't always chase after the strongest targets. By proving that this place can hold its own, it might cause them to leave. In my personal belief, I think the dragons are simply hoping that everything will work out with no reason to believe it will." Because summoning people into a war that most of them don't know about or know who their fighting tends to end poorly. In her experience throwing the Burning Legion into it makes the situation ten times worse.

[cloakand_danger]

"Ah. An idealistic sort of strategy. I hate it already." He sighs, shaking his head. Why must idealists insist on trying to save the world themselves? Better to leave it to the experts...not that that had worked out so well either, in the end. "...But where are my manners? I'm Yuan, Miss...?"

[stormcalling]

"You and me both." She was content to live a nice and normal life. The getting dragged into a war from the enemy that drove them from her home world isn't appealing at all. She can't figure anyone else wants to fight a possibly unstoppable force. "Ah, Valamia. I would say nice to meet you but the situation isn't exactly great meeting terms."

[mortalforged]

[Krasus is there, and he's even nice enough to offer Yuan a hand up if he needs it.]

The 'bastard' did not do anything harmful, I assure you.

[cloakand_danger]

You're here. [Yuan eyes the hand suspiciously, but he's going to stay where he is until he's used to...breathing.] ...What were all the dramatics about, then?

[mortalforged]

[Part of his existence.]

I am meant to be here, to aid communication between our flight and our dragonsworn. My name is Krasus.

-- You look unwell. [This isn't the first time he's seen it.] Do you need healing?

[cloakand_danger]

I don't know. I don't...this isn't an injury. [He squints at Krasus, then shakes his head.] ...I think it's my Cruxis Crystal. [His gaze goes distant for a moment as he reaches for an energy that isn't there, trying to draw out his wings - nothing.] ...Yeah. It's been completely deactivated. [And that squint turns into a glare.] It was working fine before I got here.

[mortalforged]

[Welp.]

Consider, for a moment, that you have been pulled across endless expanses of time and space. Everyone finds themselves weakened somewhat by the timeways upon arrival.

You will regain your power with time. If you do not, you will find it has been substituted by Azeroth's own; however, I sense none of that in you.

[cloakand_danger]

I...guess that makes sense. Probably. [How is he to know? But it sounds reasonable, anyway.]

So you talked about needing our help to save the world. I'm all right with that, especially if it means saving my own in the process, but can I get a little more detail on what exactly you want me to do?

[lifeforged]

After losing a fair number of their Dragonsworn, Alexstrasza is a bit on edge. There has been too much loss lately in all of their lives, the loss of her consorts and their numbers thinned, meant that every breath of life that was breathed into the Dragonsworn should be approached with kindness.

With hope.

"Are you troubled, champion?" Naturally he is, but maybe he hadn't meant for anyone to hear him speak out loud?

[cloakand_danger]

He certainly didn't mean for a fine lady to hear him speak out loud so harshly, and especially one who radiates as much power to his mana senses as Alexstrasza does. That particular sense isn't dimmed any, and it takes him a moment to remember that he should probably answer her.

"...A little, yes," he replies. "I seem to be...affected by having been brought here. Some abilities I've come to depend on over the course of the years are now lost to me." There's no other explanation but that his Cruxis Crystal has been disabled or sealed somehow. He can only hope that it hasn't been catastrophically destabilized, or he may well become a threat to himself and others.

[lifeforged]

"That happens from what I hear." A sympathetic look passes over her face briefly before she straightens up to look off into the distance.

"Your arrival is ill-timed for this matter. There are not many who can help you as our minds are occupied with the abduction of some of our own. However, I am here."

[cloakand_danger]

"I think I'll adjust all right on my own. It doesn't seem to be anything life-threatening at the moment." He's not going to borrow trouble when he has enough of that already.

He looks her over carefully, still trying to assess the situation. Still trying to figure out what, exactly, she is. "You are indeed here, milady, but I'm afraid I don't know what that means. ...My name is Yuan."

[lifeforged]

"And mine is Alexstrasza." Sympathy leaves her in favor of a smile, though it's smile for the time being. "There is little ailment I cannot cure, but when it comes to the restoration of otherworldly powers... well, such things are not possible at the moment."