[ RAGEQUIT ]

[arcanepower]

[video]

[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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[thalassian]

( MORE OF THIS WHAT IS THIS oh my god fuck this curséd fuckin tablet thing and this network full of harpiechildren

Kael'thas lets his eyes narrow, then. Okay, the other one's behavior was... forgivable—but this? )

I have done nothing to him. You'd speak to me in that manner?

[bloodspeaker]

[he knows full that Kael'thas could reduce him to ash without much effort, but he's too angry and contemptuous to care. Why is he here? Of all the people to bring through from Azeroth, and his captors chose this one? He seethes in response.]

That's just the beginning of how I'd speak to you, you goddamn traitor. I will take care of him. You have no business with any of us.

[thalassian]

[ He has no real idea where to begin, and it shows on his features for one split second—so fast, and only in his eyes—that one could miss it were they to make the mistake of blinking. However, his deep frown remains. ]

Traitor?

What do you mean, no business with you?

[bloodspeaker]

I mean exactly what I say. Stay away from the boy. You clearly agitate him--and you disgust me.

[thalassian]

[ An expression of shock crosses his features but only for a second, replaced immediately with derision. ]

Then you've no business speaking with me.

[ AND THEN HE HANGS UP... but not after fumbling pretty badly but he gets up and manages to look like a cool cat just before the feed stops. ]