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Post by
Atik
Coldpelt Bloodhowl Iceheart, Future!Sashastrasza
Krasarang Wilds
"This is bad, this is very very bad..." The Chromatic shook her head, retreiving a notepad and a pen. She made her way over to Snowmane, inspecting her. "Yep, definately from Coldpelt's timeline..." She mumbled, scribbling down information. "You're not supposed to be here, espectially not now..." She groaned, looking ready to rip the green segment of her hair free from her own head. "So much paperwork..."
Coldpelt sighed. "She's... a little nuts."
"Am not!" Sasha snapped in reply. "Living for billions of years leads to quite the increase in sanity, I'll have you know."
The Worgen rolled her eyes.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Krasarang Wilds
Varyn watched the exchange with a vague sense of detachment and discomfort. Not so much that Sasha may or may not be mad - he did have a fairly high standard for actual insanity - but more that he had a distinct feeling he was out of a rather personal loop.
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
A prompt knock on the door rang through Star Pelt's house.
Post by
lightnstuff
Roth'Aldielas/Adalis Moonglow
Taurajo
Rotha shook her head, "Not since I last met her, but I was very little then..."
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"Master-"
"Just answer it."
The door opened and the one to receive their guest was a curling mana wyrm with a large crest. The steward floated and twisted in space, "Hello sir."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
The man who stood outside the door greeted the mana wyrm with a nod. Tall and with a fairly muscular frame hidden beneath a red business suit, he had sharp boned features leading to a narrow chin and a thin moustache. One of his eyes, a false and golden thing with a glowing red iris and pupil examined the steward penetratingly while the other eye of stormy grey looked at it more lazily.
"Hello," Sir Woecce greeted, removing his black bowler hat and revealing a worldly head of white hair. "Might the master of the house be in?"
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"He is, however, he is not inviting guests at the moment, might I inquire your business sir?" the steward asked politely, and mechanically.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
The man held his hat at rest respectfully. "Well it's rather about his business you see."
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"I see. I shall inform him then," The steward stated, then vanished. Not a moment later the grey worgen himself was standing in the doorway, looking rather worse for wear.
"Can I help you?" he growled.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
Sir Woecce's red eye swivelled onto the worgen. He smiled pleasantly. "I do hope so. Mister Star-Pelt, was it? My name is Sir Woecce," he said genially with a nod, "and I am here to discuss your business, and possible issues with it which may arise. Might I come in?"
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
Star-Pelt nodded, "Indeed you may." As he stepped back, guiding Sir Woecce to an office he asked, "May I ask, who do you represent?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
"Of course." His hand came up, a flick of the wrist producing a card with 'J. E. Woecce, Director' written on it. Upon the top of the card was the image of a clock's face with a serpent coiled about it, the word ParCon written below. "Mind if I sit here? It was a bit of a walk from the fountain," he said, choosing a chair.
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"Feel free," Star-Pelt said, taking care not to let the exhaustion sink into his voice at all. He wasn't exactly new at this. He took a seat at the head of the table, folding his claws and looking for a moment at the card, then up, "Ah, I see the bronze are no longer in...operation then."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
Taking a seat, Sir Woecce shook his head, his false eye beginning to drift to the right."Not exactly. We're fairly old now, by which I mean new. One moment." He rose from the chair he had seated in and took a seat in the one to the left. Grimacing slightly, he got up, dragged the chair another inch to the right, and sat down again. "Ah, yes. This is the right one." His red pupil focused on Star-Pelt fixedly.
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"Well, we might discuss paradoxes until we are blue in the face, or we might simply cut to the chase and strike up a contract," the grey worgen suggested, not at all unfamiliar with the subject of temporal or planar anomalies.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
"That would be nice, it is almost scotch o'clock after all," Sir Woecce agreed, producing a gilded bronze and gold pocketwatch. "However," he continued, depositing the watch back into a pocket, "what I really am here to discuss is how you keep bringing paradoxes into this timeline. To be honest, we'd really rather you stop doing that."
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
Star-Pelt tapped his claws, "I'm afraid Xi-Shani traders is effectively omni-present. There is no simple way to 'withdraw' my presence, just as much as you might withdraw yours."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
"I'm not asking you to go that far. However, I would like to ask that you stop sending people through at the very least. Finding all those illegal aliens is really quite the chore. And some of our agents can be a bit...exuberant in catching them." Sir Woecce looked away slightly, his face growing blank while his sole real eye showed the brief passage of pain. "Would you like a drink?" he asked in sudden cheer, pulling forth a bottle of scotch from a pocket which had no rights holding it. "I find it takes the edge off."
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
"Not at the moment, thank you," Star-Pelt declined courteously, "I must assume you are referring to my kin. I have a responsibility to ensure their safety, and I unfortunately cannot deny any action to aid them, however, they, like I, are a finite quantity, and I can say assuredly that there are no more to be found." Star-Pelt suggested professionally, "I advise that they be left alone, ripples that they might make have been since factored in, and are of minute consequence."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sir Woecce
Location:
Dalaran
"Honestly?" Sir Woecce began, producing a cup with some ice in it and pouring himself a glass. "I would like to. I really would. They don't seem threatening, the effect of their simple presence notwithstanding. But the way they keep piling up makes that difficult. Not to mention they can pull in others.
"I am here," he continued, putting down the bottle and stoppering it, "first of all to ask that you stop doing that for them, or any others really. The timeline can only take so much strain, and your family and business has put a fair bit on it. I would really rather not engage in a war with you under most circumstances, and am perfectly satisfied under an assurance you won't traffic people into here anymore. Ergo, if I have your guarantee you won't pull in anyone else from outside this timeline, I see no reason to take action against you."
Post by
lightnstuff
Star-Pelt
Dalaran
Star-Pelt eyed Woecce sternly, "Well I assure you. I simply have no family left to bring."
He tapped his claws, as he was want to do when thinking, "I did, after all, have three brothers, two sisters, and a mother left behind. And they are forever outside my grasp."
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Barrens
"Would you like some food?" Vashadya inquired politely, offering Kitanga the pile.
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