1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]



[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]

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[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light watches the feed, his face twisted into an expression of revulsion. Barely a minute, and he's already seen more than he's ever wanted to see of this particular... well, he had no idea what the hell this thing was, but that was besides the point. Alien, monster, whatever- Light had no need to see any of its orifices. The screen being slick with saliva, he can only just make out the tusks, before the thing flings his Blackberry across the room, giving Light a whirlwind tour of his room- again, something he didn't ever care to see. But still... if this thing was dangerous... Light wanted to know about it.]

..Ah, hello?

Re: [Video]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[Vol'Jin perked up and looked around. He couldn't sense any spirits about... so it wasn't a Loa trying to contact him... in fact he couldn't feel any of the Loa at all, which had him even more on edge]

Who dat? Vol'Jin be hearin' ya, but he don't be seein' ya.

[He knocked and arrow to his bow eyes shifting about the room cautiously]

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[A primitive alien. Light corrects himself. He rubs his temples. He could tell this was going to be wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.]

The object you had in your mouth, ...Ah, Vol'Jin. Pick it up if you would.

Re: [Video]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[He turned to the device on the floor, and knelt down in front of it, drawing his glaive holding it up to the box when he saw the tiniest little human he's ever laid eyes upon]

Boy, how you be gettin' in dat box?

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, as he tries to piece together how best to explain to Vol'Jin that he was not in fact, inside a box, without having to actually prove it by appearing in person. The shrunken heads made Light extremely wary.]

It's called a Blackberry. It's a piece of technology that allows you to communicate with other people over long distances. [He wracks his brain for an analogy that may have made sense.] Channeling, I suppose you could call it.

[lightbewithyou.livejournal.com]

[To be honest, Anduin hadn't been doing that much; being back to a small size didn't throw him too far - he'd run a country when only slightly older than he looked now. He'd gotten pretty settled, and had been spending a lot of time in the library; he honestly didn't expect to see anything familiar here...]

[So there's a dumbfounded moment of wide-eyed blinking when he comes into the hallway to see a troll, and a vaguely familiar one at that.]

[The complete "Wait what?" moment out of the way, he puts a fist to his chest the way he remembers seeing a few of the orcs doing at the attempted summit. His pronunciation is probably a bit off, but this seems like a time to be ... meeting the troll on closer to his terms.]

Lok'tar!

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[At first Vol'Jin wasn't going make any notice of the small human boy, until he heard that greeting. He turned to face the boy with narrowed eyes. Upon closer inspection, there was something familiar about the boy, but he just couldn't put his finger on it... and that greeting... an awfully friendly attempt to greet a member of the Horde... the only logical explanation he could think of was that perhaps the boy was one of that Tirion fellow's soldiers... but he was a bit young...]

Now why be a human be givin' old Vol'Jin a greetin' like dat? Humans don't be givin' greet'ns like dat, often...

[lightbewithyou.livejournal.com]

[So it was Vol'jin - which - all things considered, what little he'd seen and heard bits of from the brief attempt at a meeting and from SI-7's notes were that he was ... not that bad of a person to have show up here, as the Horde leaders went - not likely to act without thinking or lose his temper easily.]

Courtesy... we're on neutral ground, and it never hurts to be polite.

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

Den I be takin' ya for ya word fa da time bein'.

[The structure looks human... but he didn't appear to be prisoner...]

Now, whatcha name be? Vol'Jin knows he be seein' ya before...

[He squats down and leans in closer to get a better look at the human]

[lightbewithyou.livejournal.com]

[...Well, it wasn't like there was anything that could really be done to threaten him here, or any point to it; he looked up at the troll, perfectly secure where he was.]

Anduin Wrynn. You must've just arrived, right?

[Video]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the Manor. [That voice sounds very wryly amused, and the young redheaded human there looks far too serious for a little girl.] We've all been kidnapped here, by a-- well, the closest approximation from my world would be an ambient mage who has magic with writing, but doubtlessly that means a great deal of nothing to you.

I'm Trisana Chandler- call me Tris. It appears everyone's been turned into children this week. It'll wear off sooner rather than later.

Re: [Video]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[alright what the hell was that?! Vol'Jin looks about his room for the source of the noise]

Where ya be? I hear ya, but I don't be seein' ya! Ya don't feel like a spirit...

Re: [Video]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

Keep talking for a moment and I can find you. [Tum te tum nope, totally not turning some wind loose on the manor for that trick, nope.]

Re: [Video]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

...Keep talkin'? Oi keep talkin' ta what? Where ya be?

[He keeps looking around his room, searching for the sound of the voice]

[Video] -> [Action]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

I'm in a hallway right now-

-actually... [Tris puts the blackberry away, yes, she was looking for his door. She's knocking on it.]

[In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Nina had been wandering around the Manor; mostly around the parts she'd never seen before, but mostly out of boredom. Hearing a voice she wasn't familiar with from a new room, tentatively she pushes the already ajar dor open a little more.

She wasn't sure whether it was the room or it's owner that had her frozen in the doorway, her eyes torn between the two]

Re: [In person]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[Vol'Jin turned when he saw the door creep open. Another little human kid. He sighed and walked to the door kneeling down so that he would be closer to the little human's level, the kid's eye were already about ready to pop out of her head and he didn't want to make it worse]

Now whatcha be doin' sneakin' around old Vol'Jin's room now? He ain't goin' ta hurtcha, he jus' wants ta know where here be.

[In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[When the strange newcomer approaches her, Nina's first instinct was to run for the hills. But, when he kneels down to her level, she relaxes a little, her eyes hitting the floor as she answers him]

I-I wasn't sneaking, I just- I-I noticed that there was a new name on the door..that means someone new had arrived, and the door was open..

I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..I mean..um..

Re: [In person]

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[Vol'Jin gave the kid a pat on the head]

Name on da door?

[He glanced up and low and behold his name along with his station as leader of the Darkspear inscribed in it]

Well dis old Troll be damned... who be doin' dat now?

[In person]

[en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com]

[Smiling (albeit very shyly), Nina glances up at the big blue..'man']

The person who brought us here..The Author

[Video] (Damn you and your jamaican trollish ways bringing me off my blaargh)

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

[..Right. There was a big blue.. troll thing. And he was Jamaican. Okay, now he knew there had to be some sort of hallucinogenic in the air here.]

This is a place called the 'Manor'. You've been kidnapped by a deranged little girl who calls herself the Author.

Re: [Video]'tis the power of the Troll~

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

[Vol'Jin looks around for the source of the noise, an arrow knocked to his bow. It wasn't a spirit speaking to him, that much he could gather...]

Who be dat? Ja be no spirit, but ya be talkin' and Vol'Jin can't be seein' ya...

[Video] (*shakes fist at. with love. so much love.*)

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

I'm Shaun Hastings, another of the captured. I'm talking to you through something called a Blackberry.

[He waves trying to draw attention to said device.]

Re: [Video] *FEELS TEH LURV!

[imatrollmon.livejournal.com]

...Blackberry? Ya be talk'n ta me trough a fruit?!

[Did he even have blackberries in his room?! He didn't remember having any... Well he's looking around some more now... searching for the entirely wrong item...]

[Video] *GUUUUUUUUUUUUD

[britbitchsnark.livejournal.com]

Oh for the love of.. No, look for a small, black magic box with a moving picture that makes noise.

[Shaun heaves a sigh rubbing his temples. Not much of a brain between dem big ears and tusks huh?]