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petrichormeraki · 3 years

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Quirk Time!

I have come up with nearly everyone’s Quirk for my SMP Academia AU, so here’s a list and descriptions for each!

Students:

Tommy

Quirk: INVENTORY

Inventory means the user of this Quirk can summon objects to their hand as long as they know exactly where the item is, and then return it to it’s old position. Tommy uses a chest in his room to put objects in that he can’t/doesn’t want to carry all the time, and summons items from there should he need them.

Tubbo

Quirk: RAM

Ram is the Quirk that gives the user the ability and physicality of a ram. This means Tubbo’s legs are instead the hindquarters of a sheep, and he is amazingly agile in the face of physical obstacles. Tubbo also possesses horns, a thick skull, and can eat almost anything without any negative drawbacks.

Ranboo

Quirk: ENDERMAN

Enderman is a Quirk that allows the user to teleport short distances, and have a height of 7 feet at minimum. Eye contact sends Ranboo into a primal rage that is only calmed if the one who made eye contact disappears from line of sight. Ranboo is also extremely sensitive to water, and it will burn him like acid if he touches it with bare skin.

Quackity

Quirk: DISGUISE

Disguise allows the user to transform into any other individual, whether or not they actually exist. Quackity can use this Quirk to shapeshift into anyone, including himself with different features should he wish. Quackity often uses his Quirk for humorous purposes.

Sapnap

Quirk: PYROKINESIS

This Quirk gives the user the ability to manipulate any open flame within line of sight. Sapnap often carries around matches to start a fire should he need it.

Jack

Quirk: VENGEANCE

Vengeance allows the user to be immune to death if they have unfinished business in the mortal realm. Jack often makes enemies to ensure he has a failsafe should he prematurely meet his demise. However, despite his Quirk, Jack’s body still endures the pain and consequences of anything that had killed him, causing him to be in pain almost constantly from past wounds that should not have been able to heal.

Niki

Quirk: UNKNOWN (aka i havent figured it out yet hgdffhjd)

Purpled

Quirk: WHIPLASH

Whiplash allows the user to directly return any force inflicted on them to the sender. Purpled does not use this ability often, and not even to its fullest extent unless it’s a life threatening situation, but when he does it is an incredibly debilitating attack.

Teachers:

Bad

Quirk: INFERNAL

Infernal is a Quirk that allows the user to transform into a giant demonic beast under immense pressure. Along with the other form, users of the Infernal Quirk can manipulate their life force in such a way to bind them to another individual. Bad has used this ability only once to bind his life force to the Pro Hero Diamond Man (Skeppy).

George

Quirk: LULL

This Quirk gives the user the ability to instantly put someone to sleep if they make direct eye contact with the inflictor. This Quirk also effects the user, as the energy it takes to send someone into REM sleep is incredibly depleting. Because of this, George is almost always asleep. When he has regained the energy he spent on sending someone to sleep, he is surprisingly energetic and engaged, and wears tinted glasses to prevent eye contact in casual settings.

Puffy

Quirk: EWE

Variation of the Ram Quirk.

Sam

Quirk: UNKNOWN

Connor

Quirk: SONIC SPEED

Sonic Speed propels the user 100 times faster than the running speed of a regular individual. (1600 km per hour) Connor has to eat ludicrous amounts of food to keep up with his enhanced metabolism. Sugary foods “recharge” him the fastest, but is not healthy or reliable for long periods of time.

Pro Heroes:

Diamond Man (Skeppy)

Quirk: DIAMOND

This Quirk transforms the user’s skin into unbreakable diamond. Skeppy uses this advantage to be a powerhouse in a fight against a villain, since his only weakness is his own exhaustion.

Foxheart (Fundy)

Quirk: SHIFT

Shift allows the user to change between having a human form and having an animal form. Fundy’s animal form is a fox. He uses this to heighten his senses and sneak into high security lairs to gather intel on villains.

Slime Boy (Charlie)

Quirk: VISCOUS

This Quirk gives the user the ability to be unrestrained to the limits of a human body should they choose. Charlie is able to save himself from damage by turning his body into a slime-like consistency at will.

Stopwatch (Karl)

Quirk: TIME MANIPULATION

Karl’s Quirk gives him the ability to stop, reverse, forward, and slow the passage of time. As of now he can only do so for a few seconds at a time, as it takes an immense toll on him. The longest he has ever used his powers was to pause time for a full minute to rescue citizens from a collapsing building. The attempt put him in the hospital for a month and a half.

Villains:

Dream

Quirk: OMNIPOTENT

Dream knows all, and sees all. His Quirk has corrupted his mind, and has lead him down the path of apathetic destruction. He finds it entertaining to toy with mortals, but often underestimates what they can do since he sees himself as so much more powerful than them. Dream is threat #1 against the academy.

Punz

Quirk: UNKNOWN

Unaffiliated/Unknown Standing:

Technoblade

Quirk: WAR PIG

This Quirk gives the user the characteristics of a boar, including the ability to be an unstoppable force in battle. When Techno smells blood, he flies into a rage that is only calmed when any opposition is destroyed. This ability is blind, which has caused him to harm his allies more than once. Due to his past of bloodshed, he has been dubbed as the Blood God.

Philza

Quirk: ELYTRON

This Quirk gives the user fragile, beetle-like wings that protrude from their shoulder blades. Flying takes about the same amount of energy as running, so Phil only really does it if he needs to. Due to his insectoid wings and his past of destruction, he has been dubbed as the Plague.

Eret

Quirk: LIAR LIAR

This Quirk gives the user the ability to completely waive all suspicion against them by crossing their fingers and telling a lie. (Ex. If Eret told a stranger he was their friend and crossed his fingers, they would accept him with open arms without any opposition.) Eret has used this ability to become the most powerful person in the city, but is lonely since he knows that none of his friends are truly his friends out of their own volition.

HBomb (I KNOW WHAT I SAID BEFORE I CHANGED MY MIND BC THIS MAN IS AS STALE AS WHITE BREAD)

Quirk: UNKNOWN

Deceased:

Wilbur

Quirk: SOULWEAVER

This Quirk allows the user to freely manipulate souls of themself and others. Wilbur only discovered this Quirk after his death, when his Quirk brought his soul back in the form of a spirit. Prior to his death he was believed to be Quirkless. He has only used his Quirk one other time to bind two compasses to Tommy and Tubbo, using pieces of their souls so the compasses would always point to each other.

Schlatt

Quirk: RAM

(See above.)

#long post whoops #this took all day to write #my smp academia au #meraki post #suggestions are appreciated!

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years

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Drabble prompts: 102 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” & ConHayth uwu

@balsaminaceae

Fandom: Assassin’s creed

warnings: AU, implied father/son incest, angst

word count: 2,295

Summary: It’s been several months since Connor and Haytham have returned to New York and due to… A number of things, Connor is feeling very insecure, but won’t say anything to Haytham, trying to keep his rising anxiety to himself. Haytham however, has noticed Connor’s distress and has decided to carefully confront him about it.

Connor could guess how incredibly busy his father was. The other was trying to rebuild his order, after all. But after his… Conversations with one Captain Cormac, and accidentally watching and listening to the two of them speaking with one another, it was painfully clear to the young man that the two of them cared very much for one another. They might have even been lovers, from the subtle flirtation that went between the two of them - and the fact that Cormac was one of the few people who could get his father to genuinely smile and laugh in delight and happiness. He did his best to shake off his worries about that - because Haytham was free to do as he wished.

Which didn’t help the bitter knife of jealousy and misery that was lodged in his heart. In fact it caused that blade to twist painfully, making it difficult for the young Assassin … Former Assassin, as if he were to try to rejoin the others, they would be incredibly suspicious of him due to the fact that he’d fled Homestead with Haytham, providing cover and misdirecting them several occasions as to where Haytham was and if the revenant was trapped where he wouldn’t be able to escape. They would likely demand that he prove his loyalty to them by helping them hunt down his father and…

Connor knew that he couldn’t kill his father a second time. The first time nearly killed him in several ways - and that was before the other had the dizzying strength and new abilities that he had (although what all of them - or even most of them might be, Connor could only guess). No, the only time that it might have been possible to kill his father after Haytham had somehow come back to life was immediately afterwards. The young man was very much aware that his father’s physical strength now easily eclipsed his own - and while a well placed shot to the head or the heart might kill the other… Connor shivered a little and shook himself, his heart clenching painfully tight at the thought of his father dying. He was utterly isolated from his fellow Assassins, and the only person he might interact with in this hideout who… Probably … Didn’t actively hate and utterly mistrust him was Haytham.

Not that the young (former) Assassin interacted with anyone else who came and went in the Templar hideout that his father had brought him to, preferring to hide in the room that he’d been assigned to, only leaving it when he knew that there was no one else in the place - or if only Haytham was there. He kept himself occupied with reading some of the many, many books that filled the library, putting the book that he’d taken back once he’d finished it. Connor had also done the tasks that his father had asked him to do. They were mainly administrative in nature - or looking after records to see if there were any discrepancies between them. It was a dull task, but one that Connor had focused his attention entirely on, and was mot of the way through at the moment. The small tasks helped the young man feel less useless.

The tasks still could not keep the feelings of worry and jealousy when Haytham and Cormac interacted - as Connor could hear their voices (if not what was said) when the two of them spoke, and their tones of voices were often warm and friendly with one another. Cormac hated the young Assassin with a passion, not that Connor blamed the other any, as he had been the one to kill Haytham - though through mysterious means, his father had been returned to life. If the two of them decided to continue their romantic relationship, the young man supposed it would make sense.

The two of them had obviously known one another for many years - longer than Connor had been alive, as a matter of fact, and the two of them obviously trusted and cared for one another. Each trusting that he could put his life in the other’s hands and that he would be safe. That thought caused the young man to flinch, even as Connor continued to read over the two sets of records, carefully noting discrepancies between the two of them and writing them on a separate sheet of paper, noting down the page and lines where he’d found them. He realized that he’d finished doing that, just after he could no longer hear the distant, muffled sounds of his father and Cormac speaking with one another.

Very carefully, Connor closed the two record books, using his second sight to make certain that there wasn’t anyone else in the house. There were no glowing gold or red figures, so the young man carefully made his way over to the study that he’d been instructed to place the records - as well as the paper that he’d recorded any discrepancies between the two of them. He placed the two books on top of one another on the desk, tucking the paper between them, as instructed. He turned back to the door, ignoring the papers and maps on the table that might reveal information that his (former?) Brothers and Sisters might find valuable and started to make his way back to the hall, when Haytham suddenly appeared in the doorway, watching him with a strangely intense expression on his face.

Connor blinked a little in surprise - before remembering that short-range teleportation was an ability that his father had recently discovered that he had - perhaps the other had teleported from wherever he’d been with Cormac up to the study for whatever reason. He inclined his head a little towards the other, not nervous of the other’s sudden appearance, as he hadn’t been doing anything wrong “Father.”

“Good afternoon, Connor. There is something that I would like to discuss with you.” Haytham murmured, gesturing towards one of the chairs in the study as he moved further into the room.

“I just finished the latest task you suggested that I do.” The young man responded as he sat in the indicated chair, gesturing towards the books and parchment that he’d just set down.

“I can see that - and thank you for completing that task for me - I will look over what you’ve found later. But that’s not what I wished to speak to you about.” The Templar grandmaster responded as he sat down across from Connor.

Connor blinked a couple of times at the other’s rather mysterious response and asked a little uncertainly “Alright.” Anxiety started to rise within the young man as he watched Haytham closely. He wanted to ask what it was that the other wanted to speak with him about, but Connor knew that pushing the other to speak before he was ready was asking for an argument, so he stayed quiet.

The revenant stared at him for several very long moments before saying in a strangely… Careful sounding voice, his father prodded “I can tell that something has been bothering you as of late. If you would like to tell me what it is… I would be glad to hear of it.”

Connor felt his eyes widen a little as he looked at Haytham, before glancing away quickly, staring at the floor, wishing that he could tuck his hands behind his back without the gesture being noticed by his sharp-eyed father as he could feel the urge to nervously twist his hands together, or rub the knuckles of one hand into the palm of the other - both physical tics that his father was very likely aware of that betrayed his emotional state. “I have just… We haven’t been seeing as much of one another as before - though I do understand. You’ve been quite busy with… With a number of things and an… An old friend of yours is in town as well, and I can guess that he’s been helping you with… Templar matters.” Connor continued to stare resolutely at the floor, not wanting to try to meet his father’s gaze, unsure of what he might read of the other’s face and… Worried as to what he might find.

“… I see. I know that you and Shay haven’t… Exactly gotten along as well as I would have hoped, as the two of you have a great deal in common. Both of you are very driven, caring and loyal people, who feel bound to protect others with the strength that you possess.” Haytham spoke, voice gentle and strangely coaxing, although what the other wanted from him, Connor could not guess. “Both of you brought into the Brotherhood under a false pretext, though Shay left before the purge of the previous colonial Brotherhood.”

Connor was startled to hear that Cormac had once been an Assassin - from the other’s few, if vitriolic statements, the young man was surprised to find out that the Irishman hadn’t been born a Templar. “I hadn’t known that. I harbor no ill will towards Cormac.” The young man responded honestly. It did not make him feel any better that his father felt that there were strong similarities between himself in his possible former (current as well? Connor didn’t want to think that Haytham would be unfaithful to a partner but… The possibility was there, not that the young man had any reason to suspect that was so) lover.

“I am glad to hear that.” Haytham said, voice still gentle and coaxing. The other’s voice became firmer as he spoke again, however “Connor, I want you to look at me.”

The young man swallowed, trying not to flinch as he slowly moved his eyes so that he was staring at the other’s knees. It was the best that he could manage, and Connor was… He was more than a little anxious as to what might happen if he looked at the other directly, so he didn’t attempt himself to look more directly at Haytham. “As you wish.” Connor managed out after a couple of moments.

Connor could almost feel his father’s gaze boring holes into his skull, but it wasn’t that he was being pointlessly stubborn. Haytham sighed after a moment and was suddenly next to him, pressing close, the one of the other’s capturing his own, Haytham’s other hand forcing Connor’s chin upwards, so that he was forced to catch his father’s gaze directly. “Do you really think that I could ever replace you?” Haytham asked, voice prying, but… But Caring?

Connor felt his heart clench painfully at the other’s words, caught by his father’s intensely blue eyes. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he could feel tears threaten to fall from his eyes, betraying more his chaotic and miserable state of mind “I… I’m not sure what you mean by that, rake:ni.” It was wonderful to have Haytham so close - they hadn’t been this close to one another in over a fortnight, except when the other required his blood - and the other often stayed just long enough to drink his fill, ensure that Connor wasn’t bleeding from the small wounds before rushing off again.

A sigh left Haytham’s lips and after a couple of moments the revenant said, fumbling the words a little, but seemingly meaning them earnestly “I… I care for you a great deal, Connor. I have for a long time… More than that… I do love you.” The other tucked a stray strand of hair out of Connor’s face.

Connor’s eyes widened, and a smile appeared on his face, his heart skipping several beats as the other’s admission of love continued to echo in his mind. Impulsively he hugged the other tightly, burying his face into one of the other’s shoulders, managing out in English “I… I love you as well. I love you s-so much!”

Haytham held him closely, occasionally running a hand through his hair until the younger being calmed down enough to slowly let his beloved go. “I am very glad to hear that, Connor.” The revenant murmured after a few moments, letting Connor continue to hug him, seemingly content to do so.

Connor sent his father a sheepish smile, murmuring quietly “I… Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Connor. If something like this bothers you again, please come to me? I love you and that’s not going to change.” Haytham responded, a tender and loving expression on his face.

“I… I will. I just… I didn’t want to sound j-jealous or push… Push you away.” Connor admitted, blushing a little and feeling foolish.

“Such questions wouldn’t push me away, I promise. This… Relationship between the two of us is… New, for the both of us. I do apologize for neglecting to spend more time with you.” The grandmaster spoke, sounding very sincere.

The former Assassin sent his father a small, watery smile and nodded “Apology accepted and I… I apologize for… For withdrawing so completely and being… Being anxious.“

Haytham hummed a little, before nodding, saying “I accept your apology as well. Now, Would you like to stretch your legs? The patrols on the buildings seems to be rather light today, and I find myself wanting to move about for a little while. How about you?”

Connor nodded eagerly in agreement, cheering up - spending time with his father was one of the few things that the former Assassin enjoyed since returning to New York and he’d been in this hideout for entirely too long “That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Haytham.” With that, the two of them darted out a window, one after the other, off across the rooftops of New York.

#conhayth fic #my writing #balsaminaceae #this is what might happened if they talk to each other in the revenant au after things happen

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agameoftangledwebs-blog · 7 years

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#15 Tightening the Noose

"On the one hand, it's a rather pleasing idea, a city so much closer to the stars above the ground. But wouldn't this be an awfully large target?" Elru keeps near to Idril, practically keeping a hand on her as she immediately takes in the architecture upon stepping out of the teleportation chamber.

It was early in the morning, far too early for Kaldorei, but that was half the point. Dalaran practically glowed in the early morning light as the pair passed subtly placed warming runes that kept the sharpest chills of Northrend at bay even in doors. Idril herself seemed in higher spirits or at least invigorated by the cold as she loops her arm through Elru's own as they make their way down the stairs and into Dalarans central courtyard. "Dalaran is both mobile and heavily warded. Much like Eldre'Thalas before the lack of magic began to fail it."

Despite Elru never having been much impressed with human architecture, even human mage architecture, she seems at least marginally impressed despite herself. She loops her arm with Idril's gladly, looking left and right less for threats and more to take in sights. "Mobile, too. How is this city powered? Even if it is one city, its needs must be substantial."

An unassuming elf, unrecognizable to the two, sat on a nearby bench with a book in his lap.

Idril smiled indulgingly at her while she steered Elru out into Dalaran's ring. "I'm sure if you enrolled in a class here they'd be overjoyed in explaining with great enthusiasm. I've not been so interested myself so I couldn't tell you." It was a city of scholars but even so only the most sadistic of teachers demanded classes so early in the Northrend morning. They passed quite a few hurrying along. For their first destination Idril guides them to the nearest bookshop. Knowing Elru, her newly filled wallet was already in trouble.

It really didn't matter where the book came from, it could have been scribbles on bark from a furbolg for all she cared, Elru loved her reading. Sensibilities and upbringing get set aside for just a moment as she lets an innocent beam shine from her face as she immediately begins perusing so many titles she likely didn't know.

Immediately upon entering the shop there was a soft, musical jingle from further along the way to a large countertop in the back where a Dwarf and Gnome pair both sat, intensely debating in quieter tones. There were books from floor to ceiling in tightly packed, warren like fashion. At times there were even books within books. Books floating through the air with frantic flutters. Books fighting other books in aggressive aerial snaps of rustling paper. "Good morning!" Idril calls back to the keepers in the back but only receives a distracted wave in response.

Elru bothers with no such greetings and instead begins perusing right away, reading or deciphering the foreign scripts with ease. Elru's spirits were high, and the book shop, so much more light in tone and disposition, was very refreshing to her, as opposed to the stifling and musty archives of her place of birth. She's particularly tickled pink by the books competing with each other.

The same elf appeared as inconspicuously as possible--his colors matched that of the floating city, anyway. He seemed right in place.

She could easily find books of history, biology, astronomy, and metaphysicality. There were books on obscure topics like the minor casting abilities of murlocs that could only serve the purpose of torturing students in a classroom. Some were locked and chained in a newer isle in the store and the sense from them creeped along the back of the neck. If a class could be taught on it there was likely a textbook to match. "Don't go too far. It's bigger on the inside that out and I've never truly explored from top to bottom." The musical door chime from someone else entering the store registers distantly with Idril but she doesn't pay much mind to it.

The elf in question nods in acknowledgement to the storekeepers as he enters the labyrinth of aisles.

Elru makes a half-hearted respond of acknowledgement to Idril's warning, "I'll be careful." though she cannot help but drift slowly further in, keeping half a mind to have Idril be in view, though it's harder with each tome she peruses. Hell, she even looks at the murloc one.

Idril knows well enough to follow her at an indulgent distance. There were books on magical properties of seemingly innane Azerothian rocks, the volcanic hot spots and lines of tectonic plates, in depth rules and regulations among the gentry and the differences between Stormwind and the rest of the Human kingdoms of which some were now defunct. There were books on comparisons between the Light of the Church and that of Elune and the Naaru, a biography bearing an official golden seal of an entwined wreath of antlers on a day in the life of the Dream, and a tattered thing on the particular brewing habits for rum favored between the differing pirating companies that sailed Azeroth's seas.

Elru decides that she'll devote more of her attention and energy on absorbing more about the comparisons between the Light, Elune and the Naaru, though she keeps a tab on that book on Azerothian rocks for good measure. She settles in comfortably between two wide book shelves planting herself on what's supposed to be a footstool.

Idril had been momentarily distracted by a particular book herself, which was far too easy in a store this size, to get to Elru before a fluttering book did. It promptly collided with her head and attempted to maul her long enough to get her attention. Once it had it it opens to a specific page -with large, bold, letters that read LOITERING STRICTLY PROHIBITED. BOOKS MUST BE PURCHASED. THIS MEANS YOU TOO JAMES SHUMACKER The last clearly wasn't directed at Elru but the first part of the message was.

A light laugh sounded from beside her from the elf in question--one that knew his way around this maze and had an affinity for appearing just when he wanted. "New here, hm?"

"OW!" She scowls at the offending book, shuts the book with a harumph, then closes her current book to set into her lap, communicating the clear intent that she did in fact want to buy that one, before going on to flip through others she had gathered. She blinks as she glances up midway through her rummagings and book impact to blink at the light laugh, just now registering there was a person speaking directly at her. She gives a tentative nod. "I am."

Idril draws her attention back towards where Elru had seated herself, a more pointed glance to the clearly Kaldorei man who spoke to her, but no sense of alarm goes up. There wasn't a need for her to jump in these days to protect Elru from anyone who spoke to her which was especially true in Dalaran. She idles down along the isle to go about searching for that book she'd -just- had her eye upon..

"Everyone learns that lesson the hard way." Dull eyes looked the woman over appraisingly, but ended up focused on the book she had in hand. "Ah--and I don't blame you for learning it with that one."

Elru glances down then back up. "The comparisons between the Light, Elune and the Naaru?"

"Of course. It's a matter of hot debate within Darnassus...But you don't strike me as being from there."

She sets her books down in an orderly fashion before standing up straight before the man. "How do I give that impression?"

"Don't seem to be the 'earthy' sort. More.. civilized. And this city tends to draw that."

Idril had managed to track down the piece she wanted, something on hot crystal shaping, before she starts wandering back, thumbing through in a brief flip.

"Well. In that case, your observation is perhaps a welcome one. And this city does seem to have that sort of disposition, yes. Do you come here often?"

"Of course. Stormwind can only entertain for so long."

Tucking her choice under one arm Idril stops a proper distance away in the isle. Her smile was warm when she looked to her sister and then more reserved when directed to who spoke to her. "Making friends, Elru?"

Elru scrunches her nose a bit at the mention of Stormwind. "Such a rowdy place." She perks up just slightly as she turns her head away from the man to look back at Elru with a smile. "Of sorts. We were merely getting acquainted. Apparently he comes here often." She looks to the man. "And who might you be?"

His friendly demeanor then becomes slightly more wry. "Someone you may know. Eclo Ilthilor."

Idril freezes, almost rather literally, as the air around her suddenly becomes more biting. It was a reaction that even the books above them took notice of and pause, the natural fluttering coming to a sudden and empty stop. "Elru. Come here." It wasn't a tone Elru heard often from her but she'd recognize the urgency in it.

Elru frowns and takes cautious steps back away from Eclo and towards Idril, her face a mixed expression of confused, alarmed, wary and a touch bitter. She had never met the man Eclo Ilthilor, but she knew of him very, very well.

"Your reaction answers any questions I may have had. That makes things easier. Perhaps you know of the man that decided to attack me at my home the other day."

"Wh-What man attacked you and what does that have anything to do with either of us?"

"You tell me. You share a room with him."

Idril's gaze turns flinty and she snaps out as she reaches for Elru's hand to draw her in closer. "Stay away from us. Oathbreaker. Traitor. We've no business here."

"Oathbreaker? Traitor? That's new. But answer my question."

Elru doesn't resist Idril's hand, taking comfort in the close contact with her sister. Upon realizing who he means her face becomes a neutral indifferent mask. "I see. Whatever may be going on between you and him I am confident that it can be settled between you two without our input."

It's at that point Idril starts pulling her back and towards the front of the store.

"Alas, I've just made it your problem."

"Is this a matter you insist on pressing..?" Elru doesn't immediately follow Idril's guiding hand as her eyes flare at Eclo in a subtle half-door invite to challenge, her stance tensing and her voice dipping down lower. It's that combination of little things but most especially that dipping of her voice that Idril would have come to recognize their years together.

"Let me remind you that you're new here. I'm not." He paused, casually leaning against the shelves as he smiled and nodded towards the distant storekeepers once more. "You'll find it in your best interest to relieve me of this problem. I've nothing to lose from making it bigger."

Idril wasn't going to be denied in where she wanted to move Elru and her grasp moves further up on her arm. Their books are either forgotten or dropped. "She is, but not I. We're leaving, Elru."

"If you're trying to protect her, you're doing the worst thing possible."

Elru narrows her eyes at the man, before turning her face away entirely to practically hide against Idril's body, tensing easing out of her, but not entirely. "Okay, let's leave."

"I won't hesitate to do the same to you as I did to Ravenwind, Ithilior. Keep your distance from us." She icily warns. With that, they back out of the shop entirely. The books start to flutter once more when they cross the threshold.

Of course, Eclo's out there waiting for them. "Last chance."

Elru whips her head to stare at Eclo and tenses up all over again, speaking quietly and hoarsely, "Just leave us alone. If I have to take you to the authorities for stalking, I'll do so."

"I'm sure you would. If I was stalking you. Make my problem disappear and you'll not have one yourselves. I think that's easy to understand."

"Threatening us won't go over well with the guard either. We've no business in whatever is going on. I suggest you go your own way before an official has to get involved and this is passed to the local Shen'dralar who you won't find favor with either."

Elru simply clutches tighter at Idril's hand and robes, keeping her narrow eyes on Eclo.

He barked out a hollow and thoroughly demeaning cackle. "Shen'dralar? Those that I've thwarted not once but twice? You're delusional, and you'll pay the price for it."

"I hope he gets his hands on you for what you've done. If there's a reason as to why Elune's grace left us they needn't look far from you." She pointedly turns and guides Elru towards the heart of the city.

Elru gives Eclo one last look of anger but also a touch of confusion before she allows herself to be led off. "Sister? Let's get something warm and calming to drink. Preferably someplace very public." She looks forward along with Idril. "I don’t want our time here entirely to waste."

#world of warcraft #roleplay #highborne #moon guard

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