trans_9 | Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

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Reliving your past through innocent eyes. [Open]

Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same?

She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.

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"You know, I'm the guy who the bad guy hits instead of everyone else who's hitting the bad guy," he said.

He considered her words, then shrugged. "I suppose, but usually the next enemies were a lot more obliging about showing up to be attacked, weren't they? Waiting for them to make a move is getting to me."

"Oh okay, so you were trained to protect then? A frontliner and squad leader? I used to be one as well... During the Northrend campaign."

She looked up in thought, "Well they're very clear on what they want, unless the ones who made contact with them have been able to gather more information. I'm sure they'll make a move soon enough."

"That's my specialty! I am a paladin, after all." He lifted a fist proudly. "And waiting around for people to make a move isn't my style!"

He flopped down under the tree as well, making the gesture look easy despite the armor. "I haven't gotten to smack something around with a sword in forever. I'm going to get rusty."

"A paladin?" she said with a smile. "My father's a paladin..." looking up in thought she smiled warmly. "I miss him greatly..."

Turning her attention back to him, she looked at him curiously. "Why not just go to the sensoriums? The possibilities and scenarios you can create in it are limitless."

"The last time I went in there it took away my ability to throw my shield," he groused. He had no idea that he'd actually wandered into Beastboy's game-mastering.

He sat up a little straighter. "Your dad's a paladin?" How did that work?

"That's odd, I've always been able to use my training perfectly inside the sensoriums."

She nodded proudly at the inquiry, "Yup, a very noble one. He used to work solely for Silvermoon, but found that his calling and ideals matched the Silver Hand's and the Argent Crusade."

"Hey, I don't understand it. It made me explain that I was an elf and a paladin, and then dumped me into some thing where I had to fight cultists or something." He shrugged again.

"So... sorry if this is kind of blunt, but am I getting the right impression that your dad was an elf?"

That sounded familiar... "Are you sure you just didn't run into someone elses simulation? Usually you are the one who sets the parameters on the sensoriums, with Stacy making it accurate to your requests."

The question sent a cold shiver up her spine and she looked away. Not because she was embarrassed of who she was, more because of what she was, and she was too accustomed to the other races looking down on her... specially sin'dorei...

"Y.... Yes he is..."

"I didn't see anyone else," he said.

"...Wow, so your dad managed to win the affections of a lovely lady orc? Talk about living the dream." Hey, Mar, that was a bit of a weird thing to say out loud. "Uh, no offense or anything!"

"You don't have to see them for the simulation to be their own. They could have been in another location at the time."

The other statement made her blush as she looked away. "N-none taken... and it was more of an uphill obstacle course than anything from what I'm told... Mama was extremely difficult to approach... but papa's probably the definition of stubborn and never giving up."

"Huh."

Maybe he needed to go back in there and see if it happened again.

"Oh, believe me, I know how THAT goes," Mar said with a grin. "No offense to the valorous and honorable orcs, but man, they're harder to date than the Forsaken, and that's saying something. I guess if I ever get back to Azeroth, I need to take a lesson about persistence."

She couldn't help but giggle at the statement and nod. "So I've heard. One of my uncles has an 'addiction to orcs'." she said with a small laugh as she made the quotations in mid-air.

"'Parently can't get enough of them."

"There's a lot to be said for the virtues of a powerful warrior women," Mar said, sprawling on his back beneath the tree and generally making himself quite at home.

She smiles, "So I've seen. Must be why orc and troll women are so sought after."

"Yeah, I actually like Tauren women too, but that's always a little awkward." And led to terrible jokes.

"So what's got you so thoughtful out here?"

"The tauren women I know are very sweet and gentle. They're really nice."

She looked to her sketchbook afterward. "Just going over some things I did while I suffered to the effects of the clock."

"Anything good?" He glanced over but didn't get up.

"Haven't opened it yet. Taking my time to be ready in case it's something I didn't want to remember..."

"Why would it be?" He's not sure what exactly could be so bad about a book....

"Just the memories of what we lost... Not knowing if I'll ever get them back even if we win the war. It's one thing that's been promised but.... I've been deceived many times before."

Now he sat up, reaching out to put a hand comfortingly on the girl's shoulder.

"If something falls, you rebuild. If an old thing fades, you make a new one. Never let the present turn your memories of the past sad."

She appreciated the comforting gesture, as shown by her not recoiling back as she would normally have done.

"It's harder than one thinks at times."

Aaah, he was used to girls recoiling from him! It wouldn't have bothered him.

"Of course! That's why I said it. It helps if you hear it from others sometimes instead of having to remind yourself of it."

"I suppose, specially in a situation such as this one. It's not a very common one to begin with, and I'm sure if most of these people didn't already come for hard lives, they would have gone insane already." Not that she didn't think there were some that already were insane.

"You say insane like it's such a bad thing," he said, sprawling back down. "You point out just once that Alexstraza mailed you a protodrake and they start edging away from you like you're about to whip out Armageddon and start spinning through the crowds with Divine Storm, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen!"

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