No I don't know where it came from
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norcumiSo.... I got back from a camping trip Tuesday. I have a lot of cleaning to do.
And in the shower I was thinking about how Mel just Does. Not. PVP. And then THIS happened. Apologies to Sozur for abusing his character a little. Mostly tongue in cheek, not considered to be canon. Though this IS kind of how I look at my alts sometimes.
Hey! It's Friday, and there be fic! whooo!
Kharisa glared around the circle of Horde outriders, a mixture of orcs, trolls, and the wolves and raptors bearing them. She snarled faintly and hefted her claymore, moving back to brush shoulders with Amelorune. The human was already holding her own set of matched claymores as she minced back and forth in a small semi-circle, counting their foes just on the edge of audibility.
"This is not going to end well, " Sozur commented dryly from the other side of Mel. His swords were still sheathed – like the draenei currently standing behind him, he had been sitting at their campfire, not sparring.
"If we fight, we are liable to die." Damn Hepzibet and her peculiar tendency to state the obvious anyways. That ravager of hers, more mad and feral than not, had more social understanding than she.
"Well. Then I guess we better not fight, then."
Oh sweet Elune, no. Kharisa turned her head slowly, dreading what she would see. As the death knight suspected, Mel had the merry, mad grin that signaled only mayhem. Oh, Elune ha'mercy.
"What?" Sozur hadn't seen the grin, the fey look that since he'd known the mad human longer, he damn well ought to recognize.
"We'd best not fight." Mel moved slowly, rolling her shoulders first before melodramatically sheathing her massive blades. It really did take all of Kharisa's self control not to put her face into her hands, and attempt to massage the onrushing headache from her brows.
The Horde rumbled and flexed readied weapons. They had apparently been waiting for spell casters or archers or something to deal with this small but obviously dangerous group of Alliance fools rather than sacrificing the hopefully large numbers of their ranks that it would require to dispose of them, but this was a deranged move.
And what could be more suspicious than a deranged Human? Kharisa thought with a sigh. "Then what are you suggesting?"
Again the fey grin sparkled at her. "We talk." Then Mel turned and held her hands high, strolling forward down the hillock as if it were the streets of Stormwind. "Lok'tar!"
"Oh dear sweet Elune. Does she know any orcish beyond 'hail'?"
Sozur rolled his eyes even as he shot her a look. "Not that I've ever known."
For a moment, she despaired. Damn the woman anyways – Kharisa might not have all her memories clearly collected from her time alive, but she DID recall more of the orcish battle language than a greeting. Sozur himself was well known among the Sentinels, and surely he know some of the language just as most kaldorei had learned it in sheer self defense. And the Human was the one to wander in, bound to offend within the first five breaths -
"She does spend time in Booty Bay talking to everyone," Hepzibet offered. Hope arose, slowly daring to peep out. At Kharisa's raised brow, the hunter shrugged and petted her ravager gently. "I was there one evening when she started buying an orcish rogue drinks and trying to get her to talk."
Sozur was the one to grin. "How did that go?"
Hepzibet tilted her head to the side, accidentally letting her hair dangle down so that the ravager madly snapped at it, poisoned fangs raking through the strands. "Well enough, until the orc kissed her." And thus hope died, in time with Sozur's smothered chuckles. "Then they were both drunk, still not understanding each other, and this orc woman was clearly hitting on Mel."
"I do not wish to hear more!" Kharisa snapped, a blush heating her cheeks as she glared back at the human who was now making – Oh please, let those not be OBSCENE gestures she's making down there! - strange passes before a stern looking orc who was watching her in clear bemusement.
She could hear the creak of mail as Hepzibet shrugged. "I don't recall much more, though I think they ended up spending the rest of the evening braiding some blood elf's hair."
"Is that a euphemism?" Kharisa's teeth ground together at Sozur's far too dry question.
"No." No one, not even this particular insane draenei, could be that unemotionally bewildered as to why the night elf would ask that. It had to be some sort of game, or some strange sense of humor, or – "Though the way the orc was sitting on him was fairly obscene."
There are days when I wonder why I joined this guild....
Elune help them all. Mel was beckoning Hepzibet over, calling for her to "bring the dwarven dark" along with her.
Even if we don't die, I am going to kill her myself.
~fin
And in the shower I was thinking about how Mel just Does. Not. PVP. And then THIS happened. Apologies to Sozur for abusing his character a little. Mostly tongue in cheek, not considered to be canon. Though this IS kind of how I look at my alts sometimes.
Hey! It's Friday, and there be fic! whooo!
Kharisa glared around the circle of Horde outriders, a mixture of orcs, trolls, and the wolves and raptors bearing them. She snarled faintly and hefted her claymore, moving back to brush shoulders with Amelorune. The human was already holding her own set of matched claymores as she minced back and forth in a small semi-circle, counting their foes just on the edge of audibility.
"This is not going to end well, " Sozur commented dryly from the other side of Mel. His swords were still sheathed – like the draenei currently standing behind him, he had been sitting at their campfire, not sparring.
"If we fight, we are liable to die." Damn Hepzibet and her peculiar tendency to state the obvious anyways. That ravager of hers, more mad and feral than not, had more social understanding than she.
"Well. Then I guess we better not fight, then."
Oh sweet Elune, no. Kharisa turned her head slowly, dreading what she would see. As the death knight suspected, Mel had the merry, mad grin that signaled only mayhem. Oh, Elune ha'mercy.
"What?" Sozur hadn't seen the grin, the fey look that since he'd known the mad human longer, he damn well ought to recognize.
"We'd best not fight." Mel moved slowly, rolling her shoulders first before melodramatically sheathing her massive blades. It really did take all of Kharisa's self control not to put her face into her hands, and attempt to massage the onrushing headache from her brows.
The Horde rumbled and flexed readied weapons. They had apparently been waiting for spell casters or archers or something to deal with this small but obviously dangerous group of Alliance fools rather than sacrificing the hopefully large numbers of their ranks that it would require to dispose of them, but this was a deranged move.
And what could be more suspicious than a deranged Human? Kharisa thought with a sigh. "Then what are you suggesting?"
Again the fey grin sparkled at her. "We talk." Then Mel turned and held her hands high, strolling forward down the hillock as if it were the streets of Stormwind. "Lok'tar!"
"Oh dear sweet Elune. Does she know any orcish beyond 'hail'?"
Sozur rolled his eyes even as he shot her a look. "Not that I've ever known."
For a moment, she despaired. Damn the woman anyways – Kharisa might not have all her memories clearly collected from her time alive, but she DID recall more of the orcish battle language than a greeting. Sozur himself was well known among the Sentinels, and surely he know some of the language just as most kaldorei had learned it in sheer self defense. And the Human was the one to wander in, bound to offend within the first five breaths -
"She does spend time in Booty Bay talking to everyone," Hepzibet offered. Hope arose, slowly daring to peep out. At Kharisa's raised brow, the hunter shrugged and petted her ravager gently. "I was there one evening when she started buying an orcish rogue drinks and trying to get her to talk."
Sozur was the one to grin. "How did that go?"
Hepzibet tilted her head to the side, accidentally letting her hair dangle down so that the ravager madly snapped at it, poisoned fangs raking through the strands. "Well enough, until the orc kissed her." And thus hope died, in time with Sozur's smothered chuckles. "Then they were both drunk, still not understanding each other, and this orc woman was clearly hitting on Mel."
"I do not wish to hear more!" Kharisa snapped, a blush heating her cheeks as she glared back at the human who was now making – Oh please, let those not be OBSCENE gestures she's making down there! - strange passes before a stern looking orc who was watching her in clear bemusement.
She could hear the creak of mail as Hepzibet shrugged. "I don't recall much more, though I think they ended up spending the rest of the evening braiding some blood elf's hair."
"Is that a euphemism?" Kharisa's teeth ground together at Sozur's far too dry question.
"No." No one, not even this particular insane draenei, could be that unemotionally bewildered as to why the night elf would ask that. It had to be some sort of game, or some strange sense of humor, or – "Though the way the orc was sitting on him was fairly obscene."
There are days when I wonder why I joined this guild....
Elune help them all. Mel was beckoning Hepzibet over, calling for her to "bring the dwarven dark" along with her.
Even if we don't die, I am going to kill her myself.
~fin
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Date: 2010-10-02 06:49 am (UTC): P
Anyway, I loved it and thought it was funny, and I'm glad you got something up! (I can totally hear you doing some of the dialogue for this, too. ; )
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Date: 2010-10-02 04:55 pm (UTC)And dammit, Krael and Eshun need to stop popping up in random works where they don't really belong. Was it too subtle that it was them, or not? ;)
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Date: 2010-10-05 11:52 am (UTC)And if my BElf hunter is with the Horde lot, he'll be perfectly happy to join in with ambiguous charades and drinking. :)
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Date: 2010-10-05 11:51 pm (UTC)