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Later, okay?

[oh no he knows she'd like that, so yes. he can promise that they can be all close later. it's nice not being alone here - he would have rolled with it anyway, but given the choice between nobody else from ylisse here, and a friend or two, he'll go with the friend option.

and given the choice between any of the shepherds, tharja is... very high on the list. how high also depends on how gay he's feeling for chrom, but if this were myspace she would definitely be in his top eight. whether that's because he put her there out of actual affection or because she accessed his myspace account is a totally different answer.

i am not sure how i got on the subject of myspace accounts.

in non-myspace news: robin's happy enough to look at her for a moment. he'll even just sort of reach over and take her hand, kind of to reassure her that he's not lying and possibly as an anti-hex measure in case she decides to ... put him to sleep or something so she can watch him or something; she's weird like that, okay, and while she hasn't done that yet he wouldn't put it past her.]

So what have you found out so far? I don't think anyone from Ylisse is here... well, anyone else.

[YES HE KNOWS TECHNICALLY THARJA IS FROM PLEGIA BUT THIS IS EASIER.]

Of course none of those fools are here.

[ She squeezes his hand, shaking her head. It was more an exasperated statement than anything -- while they were fools, they were fools that she just happened to care just a bit about. Something approaching 'friends', possibly. Certainly, they at least served their purpose of helping her to protect Robin and proved to be very useful test subjects. ]

We're here to save this world, and in doing so save others, including our own. There's a war going on, and we're to choose a side amongst one of the 'dragonflights'. This place is the home of the Blue Dragonflight.

[ She sighs, looking around. ]

Nothing compared to home, of course, but it has its own merits. We've also had our 'potential unlocked', which appears to have resulted in the manifestation of new magics.

The latter. [she says it wryly] This is not the first world I have been . . . taken to.

[A pale-skinned elf clad in dark, gauzy robes casually melts out of the shadows.]

Not candy, [he offers helpfully.] But certainly edible.

[The elven woman looks down at the girl, a slender eyebrow arched.]

It sounds like you have questions.

[A rather cold invitation, but at least she's not warning the girl off entirely. Even Zeri doesn't have a heart made of ice. She knows what a crying whelp looks like.]

[ Startled, Anna whirls around to face him. The sudden motion has her reflexively flailing to steady herself but. Huh. Not necessary at all as she's managed her cloak-aided dramatic turn without getting tangled up in her own clothes. Which is why the pleased smile she aims at him is more than a little triumphant. ]

Wow okay. You really like to add a little drama to your entrances, don't you? Can I just say: not a good idea around me? Any other time, I would have tripped and maybe dragged you down along with me.

[ she catches herself before she launches into a full tangent. despite the lightness of her voice, she is still a little rattled over her arrival in Azeroth and she's about to lapse into rambling to cover for her unsteady nerves. It's not the most helpful of reactions either so she tries to focus on him and what he just said. ]

Wait, did you say shapeshifters? That sounds great! Why didn't any of the legends ever say that. It's all grrr and fire and maiden princesses being sacrificed. [ which as a princess, she most certainly did not appreciate ] So... it looks like my draconic information is outdated. [ she says with chagrin. While she still hasn't fully grasped her entire situation, she knows she's been brought here to help and she's hardly making a fine showing of it so far. ] Do I get put into a beginner's class or special tutoring?

[ Okay, so people here really like sneaking up on others. good cultural fact to keep in mind. Though her nerves are now more settled than they were earlier, she's still surprised enough to gasp and flinch at the whelpling's closeness. ]

I'm starting to get the feeling that the general attitude here is that all problems can be solved with the addition of dragons, dragons and dragons.

[ She recovers quickly though, due to a naturally open temperament that has her smiling at the whelpling, recognizing its desire for attention from the way it turns to her and to the man who has approached her. She reaches out a hand to scratch under- behind- where should she even tickle it and she glances at Bariyan in a mute plea for help ]

[CRAP IT'S ONE OF THE PEOPLE HE ROB-...oh, it's some dude.]

Crivens, don't sneak up on a guy. [Deep breaths. But this is helpful information and he turns his gaze back to the fruit with a more speculative gaze.]

Huh. Never seen fruit like this before, is all. [...in it goes. In the event it's sweet he'll devour it all like some sort of metaphor involving a starving rampaging beast, and in the event it's sour he'll grimace a bit as it goes down. Scale the reaction accordingly.]

[robin sometimes acts as a translator from tharjaspeak to actual people speak, so he understands that 'fools' is something that is similar to, but not quite, a term of endearment. not that he'd say she cares super deeply about them, but the sentiment is understood, even if disagreed with.]

It's always dragons that decide the fate of the world.

[isn't it? he sighs a little tiny sigh of... some sort of emotion that is unclear and may or may not be important, echoing her unintentionally.]

I didn't think we had any 'potential' to be unlocked by dragons, either... at least not magically. Do you think that's just their way of saying they've given us new abilities? I don't think everyone's bodies would just attune to draconic magic.

[robin is totally theorizing as he goes here. feel free to call him out on it.]

It isn't?

[ Now that, that piques Sarah's curiosity, enough that an actual look of interest creeps through her typical indifference. ]

[ She nods, a finger on her chin. ]

It's possible. Dragons are hardly known for being straightforward. We're lucky I've managed to figure out as much as I have so far.

No, nor is it the first war I am being tossed into.

[this is why her luck sucks]

Oh? [ Bariyan tilts his head towards Anna this time. He's been out of the sanctum already, seen and observed the state of the world; he doesn't think it's going to be a good time for anyone so shocked by a baby dragon. (A red baby dragon, at least. Getting close to another dragonflight's whelplings could be very good reason for fear.) ] Is that not the case where you come from?

[ He removes his hand from Anna's hand and gives the whelpling a scratch under it's chin. It makes a happy croak and beats its wings in response, which causes it to list towards Anna, out of Bariyan's reach. ]

Perhaps you should pay more attention. [Surion is stealthy and he knows it-- it's part of being a black dragon.

The berries that grow here tend to be pretty sweet. Lucky Gaius.]

I'm pleased that you've learned to fend for yourself. Be careful not to stray too far, however-- Zin-Ashari is decidedly demon territory. I wouldn't want our newest guest to become fel food.

((No idea if any of this is plausible buuuut... Blacksworn for the mo'.))

[The Master doesn't want to be here, not really. It's not like he's ever taken well to orders in the first place, used to being the man in charge, but even he can understand a bit of obedience in the right circumstances. He certainly doesn't want to cross Deathwing, or any of the Flight, even if it makes him a pawn in someone else's game.

Courtesy of the Black Dragonflight being feared here, he's apparently supposed to give them a reminder as to why. He's pretty sure he's been sent on a suicide mission. Even cloaked in shadow as he gets to Silverglen Retreat--slow moving, cautious, afraid of any wrong step--he thinks that the guards or some wandering dragonkin will find him, and snuff him out instantly.

Death by guards still seems better than death by, well, Deathwing.

So that's how the Master finds himself slipping out of the shadows, pressed to a tree, calling forth the imp he made a pact with very early on--What do YOU want? it shrieks and cackles in a grating voice--and already accepting death as he commands the imp to go as far from him as it could manage, and start setting fires around the place.

Anyone with half a brain would realize that the imp wasn't something of the Burning Legion and had to have a master, but he was hoping that everyone around the Retreat was too dimwitted, and maybe only his imp would meet a bad end. He probably shouldn't treat the thing as badly as he does; it might come back to bite him one day.

Oh well.

He watches, crouched over, focused, trying to monitor the ebb and flow of his own energy, as well as his surroundings, and the status of his imp.]

[Krasus doesn't seem to react to the part about being dramatic. He kind of is. It comes with with the mysterious mentor position.]

I can handle myself, I assure you.

[He tilts his head a little.]

Your legends are different because your world is different. Azeroth's dragons are empowered by the very creators of the universe. We are sworn to our duty-- sworn to protect it-- at any cost. The only interest we might have in the younger races is to prevent them from making world-altering mistakes... and I do not believe humans have even appeared yet, in this timeline.

[He folds his arms. There's a glimpse of a crimson tunic beneath his cloak.]

Are you asking for help with your magic?

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[While the Night Elves are busy trying to douse the flames, the Doctor is looking for the cause. It doesn't take him long to spot the imp cavorting around, cackling as it sets fires, but chasing it takes a bit longer - until he remembers his other new skills, anyway. In a stroke of luck, things don't go awry, and he actually manages to teleport a short distance forward, right on top of the imp.

Most of the natives of Azeroth would kill the imp on sight, but the Doctor has other things in mind, like finding out who sent the thing. One touch gives him all the information he needs - the memories are fragmented, but he's got enough to piece together where it came from, and so he makes his way over to where the imp's master is crouching in the shadows.

He's expecting one of the demons he's seen from a distance; the fragments of memories he'd caught from touching the imp didn't include any images of the one who commanded it. But his own senses, the ones he was born with, tell him a different tale. Though there isn't any outward sign of his surprise, his hearts skip a beat, and he has to pause for a moment before he speaks.]

Stooping to petty arson? How unlike you.

[The Master practically snarls at being found--it's brief, like the manifestation of his energy rippling over him, and he quickly stomps down his emotion and takes control of himself. It isn't a guard, it isn't a dragon. He doesn't know who else is crazy enough to face him with a simple quip instead of a weapon, except--

But it can't--

Well. It easily could.

He knew the Doctor was still alive, kicking around as always. If the Burning Legion got to Gallifrey, it was only sensible that they got to the Doctor, and the Doctor made it here. He thinks about pulling his imp away from its task and nuking the Doctor where he stands. He has a task to do, he'd like to get it done and go, thanks.

Instead he just remains crouched there, a tense wire ready to break.]

Ha ha. Very funny. What do you want? Go away, I'm busy.

No.

[That's all he offers, a quiet denial that nevertheless bears the resolve of someone who's faced down entire armies without a single weapon to his name, someone who's used to standing in between the Master and whatever his current goal is. As he speaks, an aura of frost crackles out from him, catching the nearby imp and freezing it in place.]

These people have enough to worry about without you burning down one of the few safe havens they have. Leave them alone, Master.

[If he needed any other proof, that was it, right there. He snorts. His imp is never going to stop complaining about this the next time it has its voice free. Great. Thanks a lot.]

Yeah, and I have enough to worry about without burning them down. So, funnily enough [he laughs, even though his expression is anything but amused] even if I wanted to let them go on with their merry little war-torn lives, I can't!

[Isn't that hysterical? He thinks it's hysterical. Come on, laugh with him, Doctor.]

[The Master's sense of humour has always been somewhat lacking. The Doctor regards him with a straight face, studying him carefully. He wonders for a moment if the dragons have somehow fixed him, or if he's expending his life force with everything he does. If he had the TARDIS here, he might be able to find a way to fix him (because of course, despite everything, the Doctor still wants to help his old friend), but- well. He's stranded on Azeroth, and he has no idea where his TARDIS might be.]

There was a time when you wouldn't have taken orders from anyone. Why do what they tell you to now?

[He straightens and folds his arms. Please, don't remind him. It's a sore enough subject as it is.]

Have you ever "met" any of the Black Dragonflight, Doctor?

[He almost says "Deathwing," but he doesn't particularly like to say the name out loud. There's a very small pinprick of fear in the Master's expression; nearly everyone else in any world would miss it, but the Doctor wouldn't.]

I can't say I've had the pleasure, no.

[Of course he catches that flicker of fear, and it makes him wonder. The dragons of his own flight haven't told him much about the others, and they've certainly avoided speaking of the Black. Now he suspects that there's something more to that omission than meets the eye.]

Send the imp back to where it came from. You've done enough destruction already. [And with a wry tone in his voice, he adds:] Tell them that a Dragonsworn from one of the other flights stopped you. It's the truth, after all.

Then don't act like you understand.

[He has a biting remark ready, an outright denial. The same old story between them told over and over again. His energy spikes within him, lashing like its alive. He holds it back. Closes his eyes, calms down.]

Unfreeze him, first. [He sniffs, acting disinterested.] If he goes back like that, I won't hear the end of it next time.

[He wanted to get out of this situation alive, after all. He won't even have to lie to his superiors--because that's always fun on the shaky state of his mind.]

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[He takes a step closer when the Master closes his eyes, peering at him closely. One hand goes to the sonic screwdriver in the pocket of his coat (because of course he's disdained the offer of robes; they haven't even got bowties), but he doesn't make any move to take it out and scan the Master just yet.]

It'll thaw on its own in just a-

[The ice dissipates as he's speaking. Luckily for him, because it does sort of tend to vary, and he hasn't got the slightest idea how to go about unfreezing something. He's not that good at using these new powers of his yet, but he doesn't want the Master to know that.]

There. See?

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