[ 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]

Will it?

[ He's not being sarcastic; his expression has shifted into one of genuine curiosity. ]

I assumed you needed magic.

[arcanepower]

[He just wants to run.]

Y-your magic is vile. I want none of it!

[thalassian]

Vile?

[ His expression wavers JUST ONCE before he's just complacently dropping his hands into his lap and letting his head fall to one side, regarding the boy with displeasure and concern. ]

Why do you think I mean to harm you?

[arcanepower]

[Something in him keeps him going. He'll never get another chance like this. (And that's probably a good thing.) He shrinks back a little, his voice dropping to a low, angry quiver.]

You betrayed us.

[thalassian]

[ oh god oh god he's asked this question a hundred times and technically gotten the answer BUT he's still going to just stare and not know as of THIS THREAD so he inhales sharply.

were belthazar behaving in any other manner right now his tone would not be so sympathetic. however, kael'thas is placated by the tone of his voice and the nature of his behavior. ]

I have done nothing of that sort. Nothing--from my most recent memory. [ his last words are heavy, as he's only just now realizing that, hey dude, your most recent memory = probably something to do with everyone else's being totally different. ]

[arcanepower]

[Well, he's not gloating about it or being angry, so maybe Belthazar will be spared the prince's wrath this time.]

Then remember it when you go back-- make yourself into someone who wouldn't sell his people to the Burning Legion.

[A part of him knows it's not fair to hold Kael'thas accountable for something he doesn't remember doing. But maybe he can help. Maybe...]

[thalassian]

[ Inhaling sharply, Kael'thas finds that all he can do is purse his lips and nod. ]

--it is noted.

[ Then, with a bitter curiosity; ]

We are capable of returning from this place? [ Adding; ] Without our own means, I venture.

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[arcanepower]

[His hackles lower just enough for non-violent conversation.]

I have heard that the Initiative barely has control over its own machine. So far, that is the only way to return.

All of my attempts to conjure portals have failed.

[thalassian]

I see.

[ SO FUCKING DISPLEASED. ]

Perhaps they need help with their machine.