[He shakes his head a bit, as if blinking away exhaustion or confusion, and takes the glass from him, knocking it back and downing the remainder of its contents. It burns faintly with the taste of alcohol, but it's not too strong.
Haellyn sets the glass down on the counter with a clack and an "ahhhh." The cold liquid seems to warm him from the inside, and his mana starvation calms just slightly.]
...Thanks. I apologize. What was it you asked me earlier? Oh. I'm a warlock. A blood elf.
No. I'm from a place called Quel'thalas. [He gladly downs it again, although it's not quite the chug from before.]
[Alright, new plan. When he turns away, you summon me again, yeah? Then you can pull the life right outta his fucking body - that'd feel good wouldn't it? - and then I'll nuke him. Easy. No sweat.]
[Haellyn frowns and suddenly bursts out, his eyes staring blankly at the counter]
I'm not summoning you again, it's taking too much out of me.
[Haellyn sees the critical glance out of the corner of his eye, and can't help but feel incredibly annoyed and offended by it. Why always with that glance? Stop it. Stop.]
[KILL HIM]
...Stop looking at me like that. Yes, they talk a lot. Right now, they're...
Haellyn suddenly lashes out at Jak, his hand awkwardly striking out at his face in a kinda-punch-not-really-a-punch way, before going to grab his throat]
[Still clawing at Jak's neck and glaring at him in rage, he gets up from his own stool in pursuit, his other hand moving forward in Haellyn's effort to strangle him. But just as quickly as Haellyn's demeanor had gone from stressed to bloodlust, he seems to pause and blink to himself. His expression softens, and he stares at Jak gently in confusion.]
[commentlog]shadesofecoNovember 9 2008, 11:50:46 UTC
[Haellyn is deceptively strong, and Jak claws at the hands squeezing around his throat, gasping for air as he backs up. Digging his fingers in, he tries to pry the foreign hands away, struggling to protest, but nothing past choked gasps escape his lips.]
[He looks down at the ground in confusion, anger, shame. He'd done it again. He'd let his demons get a hold of him.
Shaking his head, he reaches over to his glass on the bar, downs the remaining alcohol, and turns, walking to the entrance of the bar to leave.
Had to get out of here. In his mind, he can hear his demons giggling. They might not have got what they wanted, but they always love to see their captor in anguish.]
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Beats me, tastes pretty good though.
[Catching Haellyn's eye and raising an eyebrow quizzically.]
What?
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N-Nothing.
[He shakes his head a bit, as if blinking away exhaustion or confusion, and takes the glass from him, knocking it back and downing the remainder of its contents. It burns faintly with the taste of alcohol, but it's not too strong.
Haellyn sets the glass down on the counter with a clack and an "ahhhh." The cold liquid seems to warm him from the inside, and his mana starvation calms just slightly.]
...Thanks. I apologize. What was it you asked me earlier? Oh. I'm a warlock. A blood elf.
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Warlock blood elf? Never heard of it.
Where are you from? Spargus?
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[Alright, new plan. When he turns away, you summon me again, yeah? Then you can pull the life right outta his fucking body - that'd feel good wouldn't it? - and then I'll nuke him. Easy. No sweat.]
[Haellyn frowns and suddenly bursts out, his eyes staring blankly at the counter]
I'm not summoning you again, it's taking too much out of me.
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Those demons like to talk a lot, huh?
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[Haellyn sees the critical glance out of the corner of his eye, and can't help but feel incredibly annoyed and offended by it. Why always with that glance? Stop it. Stop.]
[KILL HIM]
...Stop looking at me like that. Yes, they talk a lot. Right now, they're...
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Right now they're what.
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[Tear him to shreds. Kill him! Drain him dry, and kill him.]
[It'll make you feel better. You can give the leftovers to me, and it'll make you feel better.]
[He's a mongrel! Kill--]
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Haellyn suddenly lashes out at Jak, his hand awkwardly striking out at his face in a kinda-punch-not-really-a-punch way, before going to grab his throat]
SHUT UP
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The hell--
[His barstool clatters to the ground behind him.]
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I --
[Still clawing at Jak's neck and glaring at him in rage, he gets up from his own stool in pursuit, his other hand moving forward in Haellyn's effort to strangle him. But just as quickly as Haellyn's demeanor had gone from stressed to bloodlust, he seems to pause and blink to himself. His expression softens, and he stares at Jak gently in confusion.]
...what? What.
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Ah... no. I'm sorry. For the Sunwell's sake... argh. Are you alright?
[Frowning in guilt, he leans back in towards him a little in concern, too self-concious now to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder]
[Awwww. Pussy.]
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The ... the HELL was that for?
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Shaking his head, he reaches over to his glass on the bar, downs the remaining alcohol, and turns, walking to the entrance of the bar to leave.
Had to get out of here. In his mind, he can hear his demons giggling. They might not have got what they wanted, but they always love to see their captor in anguish.]
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