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.001 [[ Voice ]]

Greetings, everyone.

[The voice is one of a young man, and one who seems rather calm about his situation, or at least, is attempting to remain calm. He seems to have a careful sort of control over his emotions at the moment at the least. The boy is quiet at first, as if trying to remember just what he wanted to say, or perhaps just how to say it correctly.]

I pray that someone who hears this can assist me. I've been properly debriefed, as it was, but the personal insight of others would be far more desirable for this situation. If I am to remain here and help, then that seems to be the place to start. It was perhaps not the most ...convenient of times, but if assistance is needed and I can provide it, then I will.

[He drops into silence with a quiet sigh, letting it build for a short while, as if waiting. When he does speak again his voice is warm once more, the calm returning.]

Introductions are in order, I believe. Hello, my name is Anduin. Anduin Wrynn...

[He debated offering his title for a moment and for those potentially native to Azeroth it shows in how he trailed off. Something lingered in the final words but went unsaid. After a moment he picks up that slack with a moderately cheerful and patient voice.]

It would be my pleasure to meet you all as well.

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Prince.....Anduin?

[It's been a few months for Med'an, but something is distinctly off.]

[The voice itself is familiar, but it takes Anduin some time to process it.]

Yes, I - I know your voice, I do.

[Thinking, thinking.]

Me ..Me'dan?

[It would probably have been easier if you could see his face, but he's still in the habit of using voice only. He doesn't want the stares and confusion, at least not immediately.]

Yes. From the fight at Theramore.

[...he's not - entirely sure if they should establish some sort of rapport, being a prince and a guardian, but at least he's figured out what's bothering him about the other boy.]

Are you well, your Highness? You sound - different. [OLDER.]

Theramore...

[There's a faint catch in Anduin's voice at that single word. Concern and fatigue wash over him but he listens and he uses Me'dan's voice to anchor himself for the time being.]

It's been a few years.

[To say the least.]

A few years? It h -

[Wait, wait, remember what Jaina and Thrall said. The timelines were unstable here. Anduin was from his future.]

...I see. I suppose it has.

It ...hasn't changed for you?

My lord, the Initiative is able to pull us from different times as well as different worlds. [pause.] It's only been a few months for me since Theramore.

Months?

[That's a heavy silence.]

I see.

[There's a silence as well from his end, but when he does speak, it sounds a little like there's a smile on his face.]

So you're from the future. [Hey, it's a little bit funny.] How old are you now? Sir?

Fifteen now.

[His voice softens a little, losing that tense edge.]

[Fifteen....he must've been eleven or twelve when they met last. So it really has been a few years. He wonders what's happened to himself during those years...]

That explains why you sound so much older.

...But you're not caught up with me yet. ["Kid".]

Do you....um....need...anything? Your Highness? [Helping.....???]

I'll catch up sooner or later.

[There's a grin in his voice.]

If you would like to meet, we could do that. It would be nice to talk in person, finally.

Maybe someday. [ :P And although the last time they met it was only for moments and Anduin outranks him by a crapton although he's not sure how far up the social ladder a Guardian is but maybe he's not really qualified to be calling himself a Guardian right now because he only really did it once and anyway - meeting up now seems like an ok idea. The Prince is surprisingly easy to talk to.]

Without people attacking us - definitely. I could, um, show you around, if you wanted. [NOT MUCH TO SEE BUT...] Jaina is here as well - have you spoken to her yet?

I would like that - and yes, I've seen Aunt Jaina.

[The warmth in his voice grows a little, as it always does when someone he cares for his mentioned. But Medan has the right idea - he really does want to explore, for at least a little while.]

Where could we meet?

Aunt Jaina... [wat. :D ] Well, the city is...there's not much around the city. There's a library in the Hold that's easy to find. [He likes libraries.]

A library sounds fantastic, honestly. Especially after everything else, I would love just a bit of peace and quiet.

[c: ]

I'll see you there, then. Make sure you have an umbrella.

[He actually doesn't bring one with him, though, just using his hood and a bit of magic instead. He doesn't mind the rain, although he has been missing the sun a bit since coming here. Anyway, he knows his way around by now and arrives at the library's entrance quickly.]

[It takes a bit of time to get an umbrella, but once he has procured and equipped one [umbrella], he's heading out. It's a bit of a walk, mostly due to the human trying nto to get lost (and getting a bit lost anyway), but finally he makes it to the library, peering around uncertainly as he looks for Medan.]

[Fortunately he's not too hard to spot. Not a lot of green dudes around here, even with all the strange Transports being brought in by the Initiative. Anduin blends in a little more, but after squinting for a moment, he's reasonably sure.]

Your Highness?

[He turns, spotting the green figure immediately. Abruptly, Anduin's face lights up and he gives a nod, making his way towards him to give a small, quick bow of respect.]

It's been some time, hasn't it?

[Oh hi! Oh crap! He should've bowed first probably! Hurriedly he does so, smiling sheepishly. And yep, Anduin has definitely grown older. Taller, too.] I guess it has.

[....he moves closer and straightens up a bit to see who's taller.

Ok, he's still got like an inch on him. Good. :D]

[Med'an doesn't look as if he's aged a bit and for a moment Anduin is flooded with memories of their meeting, simply gazing at the other thoughtfully. As he moved closer though the ice broke once more and he grinned.]

You look exactly the same as you did back then.

[He laughs a little, grinning back.]

You look completely different. How have you been? How has Azeroth been? [on one hand hes not sure if he should know about the future, but on the other, how can he not ask :|b ]

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It's been a few years since then, I imagine I would have grown up just a bit.

[He shares in the laugh just a bit before slipping into an easy smile. A smile that fades just a bit at Med'ans question.]

...Tempestuous, my friend, to say the least.

["Tempestuous", huh. That's a big word. He tries to remember the little he's heard about his future.]

W - Thrall told me that Deathwing had returned. Has that happened, for you?

[Also, a glance towards the door, then back to the prince with a little smile.] Should we...walk while we talk?

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