one; video; sigil of wisdom

[indirection]

[The face that greets you is inquisitive, friendly, and distinctly red-eyed. The young man looks to be in his late teens, and he's dressed in fine clothes: an intricately embroidered, long-sleeved tunic with epaulets, worked in black and gold and fashioned with a large ruby in the center of his chest. His turban glitters with rubies, as well, and there's a gold hoop dangling from one ear. The overall effect suggests royalty--or, at least, significant affluence. He's dark-skinned and dark-haired, and seems human, at least aside from the bright, piercing glow of his eyes.

There's some shuffling of the image as Wrathion moves about his room, trying to find the best light and angle for his address.

Once he's relatively sure that everything is in order, Wrathion smiles toothily into the camera.]

My, what fascinating technology this is! I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like it. Am I really broadcasting to an entire network of people? Amazing.

[He pauses for a moment; clears his throat. He's been here a few days and he's spoken with a few people, but most of the population is as yet unknown to him, and vice versa. Introductions are necessary.]

My name is Wrathion, last of Azeroth's black dragonflight, and it seems I've been pulled right from one dire conflict to another.

[The ingratiating smile widens. His teeth really are quite sharp.]

Back home, I was doing my best to find an expedient and decisive solution to the war at hand. I hope I can make myself useful here, as well. To that end, I'm eager to meet all of you--whether over this device, or, more preferably, in person.

I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly.

Comments

[wilder]

Huh. Didn't know dragons could shapeshift.

[....]

Or talk for that matter.

[indirection]

I assure you, my friend, I'm quite skilled at both. As are most dragons of Azeroth.

[wilder]

...Weird.

[But, whatever. He's heard stranger]

But if you're so open about being a dragon, why bother with the human form? Can you not fit into the buildings or something?

[indirection]

[Wrathion's dragon form could fit comfortably into a decent sized cardboard box, but he's not going to mention that just yet. Instead, he just shakes his head.]

For one thing, thumbs tend to be a necessity when working with sensitive devices like these, don't you think?

[wilder]

[So not a size thing? At least he guesses from that evasion. Huh okay. Dragons of immense size are always a pain anyway]

Hm, yeah I guess. A claw would probably go through it.

[indirection]

Indeed. Besides which, I've found that people are much more agreeable when their conversation partner looks at least a little bit like they do.

[wilder]

Oh yeah, the glowing red eyes and sharp pointy teeth are completely disarming and agreeable to me.

[But since you gave your name and apparently want to ~meet people~ ]

I'm Kaneis.

[indirection]

[he nods at the name; files it away.] Ah, well, I didn't want to completely disavow my heritage. I'm not trying to hide what I am, after all.

[wilder]

Yeah, and I'm sure the reactions gotta be funny too.

[indirection]

[GRIN.] It's important to have fun when you can.

[wilder]

[He'll snicker at that] Fair enough!