Aaaaaaaargh! [Open]

[seesbosscrotch]

Through the City paced a blood elf paladin.

Well. Not paced... more like rampaged. Sword in his hands, the sin'dorei stalked darkly down the more crowded streets fronted by damaged building, walking a good sight faster than a normal constitutional should warrant.

More ominously, his face was a blank mask, but his actions spoke of absolute fury at best. Where a piece of rubble or an abandoned object stood in his way, he hacked at it with his sword until it collapsed into chunks. Where an innocent piece of structure stood out in some way along the crumbled buildings, he paused a second to gather holy energy in his hands, then with a gesture slammed it violently into that object, more often that not causing it to collapse.

In short, the paladin was not happy.

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[mercyisweakness]

Crematia values destruction. Of course, the opportunity to do such widespread destruction here will be very rare indeed. So she can learn to appreciate the small things.

So she walks around in a red simmering dress and notices the rampaging paladin. Impressed by his cold fury, she clapped her hands, slowly, a smile gracing her sly lips.

"Impressive."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Thanks, but not really," he said, dealing the final blow to what might have been a streetlight in a former world. His voice... well, anyone who knew him would think it cold and angry. Those who didn't, like Crematia, might very well find it oddly casual. "Retribution isn't my specialty. Don't get me wrong, I'm good at it, but at the day's end I'm meant to soak damage instead of deal it."

He sighed, slinging his sword over his shoulder as he turned to face Crematia. "Sometimes, though, you just gotta smash something."

[mercyisweakness]

"Retribution isn't your specialty? What a coincidence - you can consider me as an expert of retribution. The best of the best."

She comes a little closer to the warrior. She always favor those who either suck up to her or who are always been driven by rage.

"And why do you pick today to smash something? Something affronted you in some way?"

[seesbosscrotch]

She was going to be so very disappointed when Mar cooled down...

"Because my sister was sent back into the pods," he said, the idea of lying or misleading never occurring to him. Trusting soul that he is. "And I'm frustrated that she did, and angry that I'm frustrated when it's really a good thing."

[mercyisweakness]

Pods?

Oh. Right. Repodding. Not Crematia's problem, clearly.

"And why is that a good thing?"

[seesbosscrotch]

"Well, she's dead and not happy about it," Mar said matter-of-factly. "And given that the whole being-dead thing requires her to inflict agony on others, but we're rather short of villains readily available to be so stricken, it was a bad situation for her."

[zombiewolf]

Perhaps that rampaging blood elf paladin should watch out for random bystanders before he goes slinging holy energy around.

At least, that was Kyladriss's opinion as she rounded a corner and narrowly escaped excruciating contact with his holy magic. She jumped to the side, scrambling out of the way of the collapsing rubble, and then whirled on the paladin with a snarl. Her runeblade was out the moment she perceived an attack, and now she struggled to control her impulse to attack. Stacy prevented crew members from damaging each other, but this was the city, and the city was full of blind spots.

Her glowing blue eyes were fixed warily on the sindorei. Battle lust sang through her veins - what was left of them. If he wanted a fight... well, Kyladriss was all too happy to oblige.

[seesbosscrotch]

Hey, the random bystanders are perfectly safe so long as he doesn't target them. Exorcism hits what he's pointing at and only that!

Mar paused mid-whack, sword hovering over a big chunk of stone and mortar as he stared in shock at the runeblade. For a wild instant he thought... but no, his sister didn't quite have that body hair problem. "I don't think I've met you," he said, voice casual but wavering from sudden emotional swings more jarring than a goblin trike with the wrong fuel mixture.

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss didn't lower her blade. If anything, when the paladin's attention shifted to her, she tightened her grip. One ear turned around backward and some of her snarl vanished, but that was it.

"Kyladriss of the Ebon Blade," she said by way of introduction. All of her death knight's instincts were screaming for blood and suffering, and the worgen part of her felt distinctly cornered even if she did have plenty of escape routes. She shoved them down ruthlessly. So far, he had yet to attack her. She had no personal argument with the sindorei.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Maridian. Sin'dorei, Blood Knight, Crusader -- and so it goes, you know how Azeroth is." For his own part, Mar had absolutely no quarrels with any race of the Alliance, though he had to admit he'd barely dealt with the worgen (outside of Shadowfang Keep, which didn't count).

Still, he knew death knights, and could guess at the body language. "Would a duel help you work out some of the tension?" he asked. "You know, the kind where we don't kill each other. You look like you could use a good fight."

[zombiewolf]

The way her lips curled back from her teeth probably looked like a snarl to anyone but another worgen - the smile was cold and deadly. "Yes," she growled softly, and summoned her bone shield. The prospect of a decent fight soothed some of the constant rage. She was not trying to kill this man, she reminded herself firmly.

Hopefully she could keep both of her natures in check.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Looks like we share a hobby," he said in mild amusement, as he slid his sword back into his pack, then drew his mace and unholstered his shield. "But I think you'll find that no one takes a hit to the face like I do!"

With a swift gesture, he granted himself the Blessing of Kings, then imbued his weapon with the Seal of Truth. Holy light shimmered around his feet as his Devotion Aura ignited.

"Thank you for your patience!" he said, then beckoned her onward with his mace as he hefted his shield.

[zombiewolf]

She waited patiently for him to switch weapons, inwardly pleased. He would not have a chance against her without that shield, but with them evenly matched, it should be a good fight.

Kyladriss opened by summoning Death and Decay at their feet, and then came at him sword first. Despite reminding herself that it was a friendly duel and the object was not to kill the paladin, her runeblade sang with savage delight. She charged her sword with a blood rune and struck at his heart.

[piggyback_ride]

"Ah...hm. Unchecked rage? Overwhelming frustration? (I'd click my tongue in interest if I still possessed one). My, my. This is most certainly a new (and not wholly unwelcome) side I'm seeing of our resident do-gooder."

[seesbosscrotch]

In his mind, it was both of those, but they both stemmed from the same source: loss. Easy enough for her to read, in a mind never closed to her, that he was not at all happy with losing his sister to the pods again.

You appreciate that I'm susceptible to that sort of thing, hmm? he thought back at her, as he glanced around to see if she was nearby or just reaching out to touch someone from her Fortress of Noothermindsitude.

[piggyback_ride]

She was perched atop the barren second floor of a building whose wall had long-crumbled with disrepair, leaving only the three to support it. Her legs swung back and forth over the side of the floor and she raised her hand in a small greeting when he caught sight of her.

"Of course--I think anyone would. It means you're (more or less) just like the rest of us regular, old, non-holy folk. As much as patience is a virtue (one that I've somehow managed to maintain all these years) everyone has a breaking point. Not that I'd wish that on anyone (have to clarify myself, here...)."

[seesbosscrotch]

He waved back, his mood already substantially improved, though not perfected, by her presence. I never claimed to be holy, just crazy. But even a lunatic like me can hate to see someone go, no matter how much for the BETTER it was in the long term.

That's what REALLY annoys me. The fact that I AM so bothered. I should be happier.

[piggyback_ride]

"Ah-ha...your cognisphere lit up like a flashlight in a darkened room. Flattering (to say the least)," she remarked, folding her hands atop her lap.

"And no (you may not claim it), but it'd be silly to think that others didn't hold you to a higher moral ground, (moreso) than the rest of the regular population. Such is the life of a hero..." She paused and her lips rose in a wry smirk. "...Lunatic or not. Besides that! One expects others to be upset about losing another. If you weren't bothered, I think I might have actually been a bit worried."

[seesbosscrotch]

What did you expect? She can read his mind. Unless she was willfully failing to notice it, she surely had to know by now he liked her a lot.

It's complicated. It really is better for her to be in the pods. Mar sighed quite physically, shoulders slumping a little. And Azerothian heroes also traffic with demons, or are the malicious undead, so the standards are a bit odd. The Blood Knights themselves were built off of stealing the holy energy out of a sacred being we'd imprisoned, originally. Not exactly the moral high ground, that.

[noblefive]

Guess who's standing on a street corner, looking suspiciously like a statue? This guy.

Noble Five is completely still, arms folded, head tilted down. He honestly does look like a statue.

((OOC: If you want to zap him, go ahead. His armour's shield is likely to be able to stand up to an energy blast or two.))

[seesbosscrotch]

Never fear! Mar has had years of practice in identifying actual creatures, constructs, or other actual targets that can be destroyed from innocent terrain. It's a necessary survival skill on Azeroth.

"Pardon me," Mar said, as he whacked vigorously at a light pole a foot or two away.

[noblefive]

"..."

Okay, this dude clearly has problems.

"I take it the lamp-post offended you?"

[seesbosscrotch]

"No. At least not that I know of. I'm just working out frustrations," he said, childishly punting a chunk of hacked-up metal away.

[noblefive]

"..." Riiiiiight.

"Aren't there other ways to deal with frustration than wanton vandalism?" Okay, it might not be a good idea to taunt this guy, but Jorge's tone is easy-going enough. Hopefully he'll see he means nothing by it.

[seesbosscrotch]

No worries. Mar wasn't one to take offense easily, nor one to start a fight readily without provocation (or rewards).

"There are, but a surprising number of them just aren't available here on this ship."