It was very commonplace on Azeroth for adventurers to die and be brought back to life by their allies or by the local Spirit Healer. In short, adventurers didn't die until their time was up. Even though she was no longer immortal, she still had plenty of millenia left in her.
And that was the last thing she remembered - that she'd died doing something - before, suddenly, she awoke, spluttering and naked, covered in ooze, in a place that certainly wasn't Azeroth, and was certainly very much alive.
The voice in her head was startling, and she took a deep, shuddering breath and looked to her left.
A very familiar-looking form was still in one of the creepy alien pods. She crept closer, breathing a small sigh of relief. At least she wasn't alone this time. She'd have him here and things would be fine. Anatoly - the man she was now surveying - was more of a champion of life than she'd ever be. He had a right to be here.
But why wasn't he being spit out onto the floor and asking her what the hell she'd gotten them into this time? They lived together, they loved together -- getting into mischief was par for the course for them.
"He's not... dead?" She tapped on the front of the pod. It opened partway. Nothing else happened, but the smell told her what she needed to know.
He most certainly was dead. And there was no discernible way to retrieve him. For a moment she was still, and then she fell to her knees, shaking in terror and sorrow but, for whatever reason, unable to shout, cry, beat the crap out of this Stacy for killing him --
Choline realized now that she really was alone. Because she certainly didn't see anyone else she knew. Or anyone else for that matter.
Staring at the ceiling, as though Stacy were there, she spoke quietly and bitterly. "You killed him and left me here. Thanks for that."
She was still a soldier at heart. She could mourn later. Right now she was naked and covered in slop and she really hoped that her knives were somewhere on this... whatever this was.
Still, she took a moment to cast a longing glance at the half-opened pod with the corpse inside. "Light be with you, love," she muttered.
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It was very commonplace on Azeroth for adventurers to die and be brought back to life by their allies or by the local Spirit Healer. In short, adventurers didn't die until their time was up. Even though she was no longer immortal, she still had plenty of millenia left in her.
And that was the last thing she remembered - that she'd died doing something - before, suddenly, she awoke, spluttering and naked, covered in ooze, in a place that certainly wasn't Azeroth, and was certainly very much alive.
The voice in her head was startling, and she took a deep, shuddering breath and looked to her left.
A very familiar-looking form was still in one of the creepy alien pods. She crept closer, breathing a small sigh of relief. At least she wasn't alone this time. She'd have him here and things would be fine. Anatoly - the man she was now surveying - was more of a champion of life than she'd ever be. He had a right to be here.
But why wasn't he being spit out onto the floor and asking her what the hell she'd gotten them into this time? They lived together, they loved together -- getting into mischief was par for the course for them.
"He's not... dead?" She tapped on the front of the pod. It opened partway. Nothing else happened, but the smell told her what she needed to know.
He most certainly was dead. And there was no discernible way to retrieve him. For a moment she was still, and then she fell to her knees, shaking in terror and sorrow but, for whatever reason, unable to shout, cry, beat the crap out of this Stacy for killing him --
Choline realized now that she really was alone. Because she certainly didn't see anyone else she knew. Or anyone else for that matter.
Staring at the ceiling, as though Stacy were there, she spoke quietly and bitterly. "You killed him and left me here. Thanks for that."
She was still a soldier at heart. She could mourn later. Right now she was naked and covered in slop and she really hoped that her knives were somewhere on this... whatever this was.
Still, she took a moment to cast a longing glance at the half-opened pod with the corpse inside. "Light be with you, love," she muttered.
"Because I think it's forsaken me."