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[The room shown on the feed is sparse, bearing a cot and a small dresser. It's early morning or very late evening depending on who you talk to. The only source of light is a small lamp sitting on the desk beside the device, which does much to illuminate the small, skinny figure beside it. Actually, scratch that-- he's got glowing green eyes.]

It's not enough. [His voice is young and bitter with a searing edge of desperation. And his face is pretty much the same.] It's not enough!

[He stares hard at the pile of books and papers on his desk, then reaches over and grabs something. Whatever it is, it's small enough to fit in his hand. His eyes flare brightly, sickly green and hot; he opens his palm, and nothing but dust remains.]

Do you hear me, Initiative?! THIS ISN'T ENOUGH!

[His voice cracks, and that's the last straw for him. He swipes everything off the desk, lamp included, in one swift and violent display of anger. The lamp goes out, and the network feed ends.]

[ooc: Roommates, feel free to barge in if you want. Or... go back to sleep. lol. OTHERWISE OPEN TO ALL. he's been a bit of a hermit since the intro log and um... well, that was a couple weeks ago. |D]

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[ Maybe this is a good thing, she wants to say. In order to break an addiction, one must pull away from it fully. No, Jaina can't be foolish enough to think that the Blood Elves here can go without. There were many individuals such as herself that walk the streets that could fall victim and even if they fail to control it, there's a chance they could become something more twisted. ]

Was it enough to last you a suitable amount of time? [ Warily asking this. ]

[He was born this way, and corrupted through no fault of his own. He lets out a shaky breath and wrings the loose half of his robes, wrinkling his trousers at the knees.]

A week, with only minor spellcasting. I can tolerate up to two weeks if I must, but I will be useless if called upon.

[And also RAGING MAD.]

[ This was a bad idea. An irreversible path should she consider it, but first she must ensure that there were no other alternatives. Hesitantly, she continues in a soothing voice. ]

Have they said they will give you no more?

[His breath is stuttered, labored, like someone trying not to sob. The hurtful pangs will come and go in waves, but the craving is constant.]

They need time to harvest more. Once a month. Once a month is all I will be given.

They should have killed me instead.

No, don't speak such ill thoughts. [ She gives a sigh as the burden weighs down upon her. ] Have you... have you not been practicing what many of the others have?

I know how. Should I lose myself in the wilds until I find some sick, twisted monster with an ounce of magical ability?

[He shakes his head fiercely.]

I will not become like him.

We should discuss this in private. Do you mind?

[ She's sure her allies would have words with her if she offered outright. ]

Fine. [He is tired and cranky, and he'll have to walk there, but he's not about to tell MOTHERFUCKING JAINA PROUDMOORE to go suck her own tits.]

[ He better not because he's gonna be the one sucking them for magic. Except in this case her tits will be gems. ]

704. That is where you can find me.

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As you wish.

[He cuts off the feed suddenly and without much warning. Since he's literally just on the floor beneath her, it only takes a couple minutes for him to navigate the stairs and find where her room is.

However, it takes another minute or two for him to get the courage to knock on the door.

He's not used to asking other people for help. He has, quite literally, been on his own since the Sunwell was destroyed. The assistance he got from the overloaded orphan matrons was minimal at best. He was taught how to drain magic and given one disgusting meal a day, if they were fortunate. Most of the time he was left to his own devices.

He's trembling like someone with low blood sugar as he stands awkwardly at her doorstep. He's unarmed this time, because if he tried to cast magic in this state he would probably just hurt himself. He doesn't entirely trust Jaina, but she has nothing to gain from hurting him. He has to believe that.

God, he hates being helpless.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth and knocks on the door.]

[ It takes a good minute or two before there's any sound from behind the door. Jaina's still sluggish despite the aid from the Light and another Blood Elf, so she does what she can to keep it concealed. A hood draped over her head and bandages along her arms barely seen under the sleeves of her robes. She's had better days for sure. ]

You must live nearby to have made it over so quickly. [ A tired smile as she holds open the door for him. ] Come inside please.

[Belthazar is tired and desperate, and he's not about to ask too many questions. In fact he's behaving more like a child dragged in by the ear. He keeps his head down and shuffles in, keeping his robes close about him.]

What did you want to talk about?

Your problem. [ Because it is a problem at it's very essence and sugarcoating things can't happen when she's already upset her king. ] One that hopefully will be easier to manage with time spent here.

[ At least under her care and not under the supervision of others. Like Kael'thas-senpaisamasan okay. ]

This was an offer I could not make in public due to how many of your kind I have run into. [ Really, Jaina advertising that she's giving out mana gems can't be good. Besides, her good allies might have words with her over her choice should it become easy knowledge to come by. ] I can provide aid in that... area--[ Drawing out the word in uncertainty. ]--so long as I can have your word you would come to me before harming another.

[ Including himself. ]

[Like hell he'd listen to Kael'thas. He might look young, but he keenly remembers the Battle for Quel'danas happening so close to his home. He remembers the priests and paladins, and the various other fighters making their way through Silvermoon to get there. It's not something he'd like to see again.

But-- but Jaina is offering to help him with this. Jaina. Not only is Belthazar keenly against draining mana from another, it's motherfucking Jaina and one wrong move would get him killed without question. His disbelief shows on his face.]

What...? I-- I can't do that. [It all comes out in a rush.] To you, to anyone. I have not fed on another in years. I do not want to start again. I will not.

[But he is in pain, and he is trembling beneath the golden, worn hems of his sleeves.]

It is disgusting.

Disgusting or not, it is this way or the way you have shown earlier over this. [ Pointing towards the discarded netbook on the table. It's there under a pile of papers already. ] Do you think lashing out will get you what you want sooner?

No, the Initiative may label you as a threat and dispose personally of your presence here. It is my, no, our goal to ensure that it fails to happen.

[ Tapping her cheek, she's mindful of keeping her arms fully covered all while doing so. ]

Although... there could be an easier way to do it. If I created something like what they gave you, that would be less barbaric would it not?

[She has a point. It's not as if he expects to win an argument of logic against one of the greatest sorcerers to ever live. This is a moral thing. He stopped draining others for mana when the Sunwell was restored. He's never liked it. He's never liked the lack of choice he was given.

His fists curl as he looks down, ears wilting just enough to show that she's won.]

I can accept that.

[His voice sounds hollow to his own ears. He has no choice. He has no choice.]

The draining is excruciatingly painful otherwise.

Then it is an easy compromise.

[ That settles it in her mind as she lowers her arms to clasp her hands together below her waist. Looking him over, she takes in every one of his features as though studying him for signs of distress beyond the obvious. ]

How often?

[He's poor and scrawny, and hasn't been here long enough to start putting on proper weight. It's certainly not good for his metabolism. But he isn't sick, so that's good.]

... As long as I don't use a lot of magic, about two weeks.

Then I leave the responsibility up to you. [ Turning quick from him, she moves towards the kitchen with a gesture for him to follow after. ] Should you end up using more magic than expected and need it much sooner, I will have to question you. Please understand that it's for your own good and not something I wish to do.

Will you stay for a bite of something to eat though? The young man who lives here cooks too much and we are often found with leftovers.

You can-- you can trust me, [he says, the hesitation not from lying but because 'trust' isn't something he says often. Honestly, this whole thing goes against every way he's lived his life. Not relying on anyone... not asking anything of anyone, just to stay out of his way. And yet here he is.

He wonders if denying her request would make her mad. Oh well.]

I'm not hungry.

[He's too tired to be hungry or even angry at this point.]

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