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[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.

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[indirection]

Yes, of course. Quite, ah, ... majestically. When I need to.

[scour]

I like majestic. Will you show me?

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[This relationship is moving kind of fast! He responds with a dismissive wave of his hand.]

Someday, perhaps. I wouldn't want to frighten anyone.

[scour]

[ SCOFF. ] I won't be frightened. I met a dinosaur here earlier. I bet you're not any scarier than that.

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A dinosaur! We have those here?

[he sounds pretty excited for a moment. There are dinosaurs in Azeroth, too, but he's never gotten up close and personal with them, given their tendency to be ridiculously hostile.]

This world might be more interesting than I first thought.

[scour]

I suppose so. Not in the city, though-- she was very tall. [ a little smugly: ] I had to climb up to her head to talk to her. She wouldn't fit in the city.

If you turned into a dragon, would you fit?

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I might burn down a building or two with my breath, but I could manage the street well enough.

[NOT A LIE. COULD TOTALLY BURN DOWN BUILDINGS. Would not, though. Probably.]

[scour]

[ CHIN SCRATCH.... ]

What, can you not control your breathing?

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I might sneeze! It would be terrible.

[scour]

If you say so. [ in a tone of voice that suggests no, ctsv doesn't think it'd that terrible at all ]

Anyway, that means you can't be as big as the dinosaur. She wouldn't be able to manage the street.

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You seem awfully concerned with size. [he pauses, and recalls ctsv's mention of having to climb this dinosaur he's talking about ... hmmm.] How big are you?

[scour]

[ PAUSE.

then, mumbled: ]

Two inches.

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[His eyes go wide, and he stifles a laugh.]

Pardon me? What?

[scour]

[ BRISTLING ]

Two inches! I'm sorry, do you have a problem?

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[GRIN.]

Not at all, my tiny friend. Not at all.

[scour]

Good.

[ grumble grumble ]

I used to be big like you people, too. But that was a long time ago. And I don't remember most of it.

[indirection]

[Now, that's interesting.]

Really. I don't suppose you know how it happened, either? Or why?

[scour]

I died. Then I was remade like this. I don't know how, or why-- I would be trying to figure that out, except I'm here instead. [ AH WELL. 's not like he'd ever figure it out if these United Earth people sucked his world dry, anyway. ]

[indirection]

Remade into something two inches tall? [mildly.] Sounds like a punishment.

[scour]

Not really. Back home, everyone else was two inches tall, too. It's only punishment here because you're all.... [ ANGRY FLAILY ARM MOTION that Wrathion doesn't get to see ] You're all giants.

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[The sympathy in his voice dances on a patronizing line.]

That must be difficult for you. How do you get around?

[scour]

I climb a lot of things. It's not too hard. And I can get into places that no one else can. I just have to watch out for you people stepping on me... and not paying attention.

[indirection]

I assure you, I take every step with great care. You won't have anything to fear from me, ah ... [He trails off, expecting a name.]

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[scour]

c-- ah, hold on.

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