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john allerdyce (allerdyce) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-12-21 16:22:00

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kael'thas sunstrider, st. john allerdyce/pyro

Who: John Allerdyce & Kael'thas Sunstrider
When: December 21, 2010
Where: Lawrence, Kansas: 7-11
What: John finds himself alive and in Kansas.
Ratings: PG

The first thing he felt as he slowly became conscious was a burst of cold blasting across his face. It was a startling sensation and it made John wonder why hell was so cold. Another blast of cold had John sitting up as he forced his eyes open and the second thing he thought he wondered was why hell looked looked like the parking lot of a 7-11. He sat there on the parking lot for a few more moments, before a car honked at him, trying to park in the spot he was sitting in.

"Are you crazy? Move it, guy!" The driver shouted through the rolled down window.

John stared at him blankly, before slowly getting up and moving. He walked away, looking highly confused as he wandered into the 7-11.

I'm alive, he thought to himself as he stared a stand of newspapers. Why am I alive...and why am I in Kansas? He looked away from the newspapers and down his hands. The horrible leisons that had been covering them were no longer there. It didn't look like he was suffering from Legacy anymore, but he didn't know what to make of that. He felt numb inside, but the numbness was draining away as another feeling edged its way in.

Relief.

There was fire somewhere nearby and Johnny could feel it. He looked for it until he saw the cashier smoking. He didn't think as he called to it and watched in delight as the embers from the cigarette burst into flames. He ignored the screaming cashier and willed the flames toward himself. John cradled the fire in his hand as he smiled, staring into the flames. He felt no pain at using his powers and that felt good.

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bloodelf_prince
2010-12-22 05:05 am UTC (link)

Kael'thas felt...empty.

It was such a strange feeling, feeling simply gone despite the craving dissipating. He wasn't sure what it was at first, the gnawing at his stomach, and meditating for hours upon end did nothing. It was nothing related to magic, nothing in the Arcane.

He missed his people. The Blood Elves were alone in leadership.. Though he supposed the three in charge of Silvermoon City would do well. They always did, he had his utmost faith in them. It was part of why he chose them to protect the one glorious land of Quel'thalas. Truly, despite the statues directed in his favour, Kael was a faceless leader. He'd stewarded his kind to hopeful means, and now.. Now he was stuck here.

This feeling, it suddenly occurred to Kael, was homesickness.

Disgust registered across his features before he rose from his spot in Jennifer's apartment and decided to at the very least get out. He'd been cooped up in the residence with book after book on the history of the world he was currently living in, and in order to properly concentrate he at least needed a walk. Gold, he realized, was worth a lot more here than it did in Azeroth.

He was wearing suspiciously girlish looking jeans and a bright red hoodie--just because he was in Kansas, far be him to not wear the colour of his people with pride--that was currently pulled up. It looked a bit ridiculous, as his ears were poking out of the fabric, but it hid the length, mostly. People in Kansas didn't take well to Blood Elves, it seemed. The glowing eyes had been remedied by 'borrowing' a pair of Jennifer Check's sunglasses, leaving him looking suspiciously like a woman or a model of some sort.

Convenience stores were like general wares, but with far more trivial things and packages mostly made to catch the eye rather than to serve their purpose. He was mulling over a magazine when he heard the cashier scream, and, as everyone else in the store, and immediately dropped the soap opera tabloids to turn around. What greeted him was...

"Interesting," He stated softly, holding his the palm of his hand open. It was almost a mutual understanding, Kael felt--one fire mage to the next--and summoned a large ball of fire from the appropriate elemental plane.

"..But our powers are normally frowned upon in broad daylight, stranger. Your manipulation is excellent."

He didn't show it, but it cheered him up--a familiar power, a familiar something to cling to that wasn't the potential Lich King.

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allerdyce
2010-12-22 02:37 pm UTC (link)

John had ignored the screaming cashier as the man had run out of the store, shouting about how he was going to call the police. He had been entirely too focused on his fire, as he cradled it lovingly in his palm. The last few months for him had been hell, not being able to use his powers for fear of activating the virus and further worsening his conditioning.

But now Legacy was gone and John felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For a few minutes, he could forget where he was and the mutant-human issues he was probably further igniting by using his power so openly. He wasn't aware quite yet that this wasn't his world. All he knew was that he had pulled a resurrection trick much like Jean Grey had done and that he was alive. Because hell? Hell wouldn't have given him his ability back. He was pretty sure he would have been up on the rack, being tortured for all of eternity for his many, many crimes.

So for just awhile, he forgot his surroundings and the people that were screaming and running out of the store. All he could do was focus on taking his fireball and making it grow. Maybe he would would set this place on fire... Just because he saw the error of his Brotherhood ways, didn't mean he was all that great of a guy. John was still John and that meant he was bit of an asshole when it came to property damage.

Just as he was deciding on yes, yes he should definitely set this place on fire, a voice called out to him just as he felt another heat source. He peered up in the direction of the voice, and where he felt the other fire, and was only slightly surprised to see the tall blonde woman standing there with a fire of her own. Or who he thought was a woman anyway.

"Sweetheart, we're mutants and if the baselines don't like it, they can suck on my big, fat-" Sirens interrupted John before he could finish describing exactly what the humans could do with their mouths. Red and blue lights could be seen flashing from the outside, though the police didn't yet make a move to rush into the store. Realizing that they were the only two left in the 7-11, he sighed and extinguished his fire with a thought, before reaching over mentally and doing the same to the woman's with a wink. John was bit of a dick like that and no one could accuse him of not being a showoff. "We should sneak out the back," he said, gesturing toward the door that probably led to an employee break room and, hopefully, an exit. "Before they start shooting, anyway."

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bloodelf_prince
2010-12-22 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Sweetheart?

Kael'thas didn't have time to correct him as his mind jumped to what just happened. It wasn't possible for a mage to do something like steal another's fire. Raised eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel a little inadequate. For some reason he was likening the stripping of his fire as the stripping of.. well, his clothing.

He didn't have time to call the other out for being--well, rude, and not just for the literal dampening of Kael's inner fire. The sirens were a signal, he was learning, that his presence wasn't wanted and this 'mutant' as he referred to himself seemed to catch onto this fact as well.

The wink caused Kael to wince as he followed to the room, mulling over the other's words. It didn't take a scholar to put two and two together--words like 'mutants' and actions like stealing fire meant he wasn't from here, though the general dislike for humans was appreciated. Kael was having a hard time accepting the fact that the humans in this world had done nothing wrong.

He took one look around and spotted an exit, opening the door and motioning for the man with the accent to go before him.

"I should probably warn you you're not where you think you are," he mentioned. Once they were in the alley he could take off the damned hood, he hated that thing. But until he found someway to hide his ears better, he was out of luck. "And something tells me you are not a fire mage."

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allerdyce
2010-12-23 12:42 am UTC (link)

When he had first heard Kael speak, John hadn't really been paying attention. It was probably why he hadn't realized he wasn't speaking to a rather tall woman as much as he was speaking to a rather androgynous looking man. Who wore what looked suspiciously like girl jeans. But hearing Kael now, while completely focused, made the difference. John almost halted to a stop right then and there while exiting the building, to raise both eyebrows and ask, "You're a man?" Well, shit. "Sorry mate, my bad." Fortunately for them, the pause was brief and they were well away from that particular 7-11 when the police decided to burst into the store to arrest what the cashier had described to them on the phone as 'Circus Freaks.'

John had enough brushes with the law to hold his questions in until they were a few blocks away and in an alley, which was as safe as he figured he was going to get with no place to go and with no idea what was going on. It was only then that he paused for longer than a few moments, before looking up at the blond he had mistaken for a woman. "So. What the fuck is going on?" The other man seemed to have more answers than he did and probably knew what was going on with his whole resurrection thing.

Coming back from the dead was disorientating business and he had no way of knowing that he hadn't come back from the dead to his own world. He was probably going to hurt someone when he found out what was going on and when he realized Kitty Pryde was walking around these parts, she was probably going to be the one he hurt.

John may have reformed, but he still hated that pint-sized bitch.

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