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[Vgray]

(Considering how much bigger an orc is compared to a Gnome...I'd say his clothing is already in rags.))

"I wonder if tusks over there get's to enjoy all of the perks of being undead and a Death Knight?"

[Empiricist]

"An interesting case, at least it seems pragmatic."
((Which groups of people are actually active? There's a metric ass-ton of characters and I'm not sure which ones are still being used.))
"I wonder if he cares about his sudden lack of clothing."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((I'm still waiting for people to into-hang on a second.))

Suddenly, where Wikus was sleeping, another person lands. She is....somewhat confused.
"Being as it was a knife made for assassins, I would think hiding when it needs to is a good trait, lass."

[Empiricist]

"I wonder why it must kill its user upon separation. I would help you, but regrettably, my magic is incapable of healing or uncursing. How long have you had it for?"
The figure wanders near Wikus. The clean-shaven young man’s appearance is transgressive to say the least. Firstly, he seems somewhat effeminate, something which is not helped by the fact that he’s wearing a crisp white blouse in place of a shirt and is wearing a hair clip. His attire is similar to that of the suit, except only really the tie properly matches the template due to the aforementioned blouse and a mage’s cloak in place of a blazer. For some strange reason, his oxford dress shoes incorporate aspects of sabatons. All in all, it is rather apparent that social conformation is not one of his strong points.

[Vgray]

The orc grunts and goes to find a leaf.

Tasrak looks around.

"Twillier vanished. He's probably bugging all the displaced magi he can find."

[Empiricist]

"Professional interest, I presume?"

[Vgray]

"Magi hunger for knowledge. So do Gnomes really. Now imagine a Gnomish Mage. Most annoying thing this side of Azeroth. Only we're not on Azeroth."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Ach, years, lass. I would rather it wasn't removed, really. Invisibility is a good thing to have."
The girl who landed on the now winded Wikus has brown hair and hazel eyes. Her clothing consists of a reddish cardigan on a track suit. Her hair is set with two clips, and she seems to be wearing orange headphones around her neck, alongside a choker. And she looks....confused, as she gets up, dusting herself off.

Wikus himself is grunting, his trident lying nearby. The boy looks up at the girl, then at the man.

[Empiricist]

"Heh, I can't say that I'm much different, I just prefer corporate interest over magical interest."
"Indeed, it seems like quite a boon. How did you survive in your world anyway? You must have been quite skilled to have survived such a place."
"Hello all, I seem to be displaced from my world. May I ask whether this is the same for you two as well?" His voice had a gender-neutral pitch but possessed a definite masculine quality to it.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Thievery, trickery, and a lot of beer, lass. Beer's the important one."
Daeron takes another swig from his flask.
The girl tilts her head, confused. Wikus dusts himself off.
"...do I even want to know where I am anymore? At least I knew where I stood, back in the arena."

[Vgray]

Twillier has wandered back to wherever it is Silica is.

Nelkathar stretches his wings.

"I believe we were looking for a wizard?"

[Empiricist]

"Was it hard? Or did it get easy with time?"
"I too am unsure of the matter. Ah, where are my manners, allow me to introduce myself. Lucinda Peyton Montanari, Shade Enforcer in training." He curtseys.
"That is correct, shall we continue"
"Hello again."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Surrounded by even worse bastards who's recourse to living in a hellhole was to go pick up a random peasant and torture her? Never easier."
The girl is still confused. Wikus nods.
I'm...uhh...Wikus. Wikus Lanz."

[Vgray]

The orc changes into the form of a black dragon. The sword is hanging loosely in its claw

"Great. Meet a member of the black dragon flight, sworn enemies of the other dragon flights, and pretty much all other life on Azeroth."

[Empiricist]

"Ah crap."
"Wow, that really does sound quite terrible."
"A pleasure to meet you."
Lucinda offers him a handshake.