[IC Journal - Zain] His Cats; You Cannot Forget It.
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[IC Journal - Zain] Thought Process - "His Cats; You Cannot Forget It."
Hours have passed, Ezidran had been calm for some time. Whether it was a good sign or not, no one knew. Ezidran was like a ticking time bomb, already to explode at times. Zain had been watching the Death Knight during his manic moments, how the hallucinations had grasped him so tightly like a vice - For they were so vivid to him. So fond, so tempting. Sometimes he spoke to the wall, sometimes he complained of smelling blood where there wasn't any, sometimes he yelled for the phantoms to go away.
"Pathetic," Zain sighed to himself, inhaling on his cigarette as he observed the Death Knight. "He couldn't fucking fight it. Just like all others."
Zaifar, who stood beside the Blood Knight, chimed in. "You would not be able to fight these hallucinations too, Zain."
"Hn," the other man grunted, casting his gaze away from the cell.
The other Argent Crusade soldiers made attempts to keep Ezidran engaged with conversations, to keep him focused from the hallucinations. In his waking moments, Ezidran was able to speak in sound mind and had requested for his things to be brought to him. The soldiers were relieved and turned to Zain to grant the Death Knight's request.
"Officer Zain, maybe we should bring him his cat to keep him company?" One of the soldiers suggested.
Zain stared in disbelief at the soldier, furrowing his brows and opened his mouth to bark at the poor man.
"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, SOLDIER?"
"N-no, I was just s-suggesting--" The terrified soldier's words were cut off immediately by the Blood Knight.
"AND WHAT IF HE TURNS VIOLENT AND KILLS THE CAT?! WHAT IF THE CAT GETS INFECTED AND SPREAD TO ALL OF US?! YOU BRAINLESS TWAT, YOU USE YOUR FUCKING HEAD!"
He had a point, after all.
"Y-Yes, Officer. You're right," the trembling soldier nodded. "What should we bring for him? A book to read, perhaps?"
"WHY NOT ASK HIM, YOU DUMMY? HE REQUESTED FOR HIS THINGS, RIGHT? ASK HIM WHAT DOES HE FUCKING WANT SPECIFICALLY. I'LL GO GET THEM. FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" The Blood Knight roared and grumbled in frustration.
"Right a-away, Officer!"
Going back to the cell and returning with a paper, the soldier handed it to Zain. Without sparing a glance to the soldier, the elf snatched it from him, taking a long drag on his cigarette before peering at the paper. On the paper, the list entailed things like Ezidran's memento box, two wrapped boxes, a Personal World Destroyer and a Bombling bot. He knew who gave him those things and he knew why Ezidran had desired them to be brought to him. At the end of the paper, it said: "Please check on my cats for me. Thank you."
Damnit, why does it have to be the cats?
Zain grumbled to himself, staring intently at the paper as he contemplated on how he should go about handling twelve domestic cats mewling and rubbing against him for food.
"Ah, I see you have decided to take this upon yourself and go check Ezidran's apartment for his things," Zaifar, who had been peering over his shoulder, commented quietly over the list. "His cats - You can never forget his cats."
"FUCK, YOU SCARED ME THERE, SKYGRAVE!" Zain almost jumped at the stealthy Forsaken priest gazing at him over his shoulder.
"Apologies, Zain."
"YES, YES. I WILL GO CHECK HIS CATS." Zain grumbled, stomping his way out of the Argent Crusade prison cells.
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The Blood Knight arrived in Orgrimmar, strolling by the Tauren district where Ezidran had favored his residence in. On the way, he dropped an envelope addressed to Dynast in the postal box and made his way to Ezidran's apartment near by the Drag. It was a lonely apartment building, built on rocks, cement, orcish architecture which Zain had considered to be lowly. Nevertheless, it looked cosy.
He fitted the keys into the door, twisting it once to open. Once entered, he found himself in neat, tidy apartment, all his furniture and things arranged in an orderly manner; probably a trait he had picked up from Dynast during their union. Also, the apartment was crawling with all his cats, mewling and lazing about the floor. Their food bowls were full, their water dispenser was also filled with water to the brim, the cats looked well cared for - Something Ezidran would never neglect to do, he probably had prepared well before leaving for the quarantine.
"THANK LIGHT, THE CATS ARE OKAY." He sighed, shaking his head and proceeded to look for his things in the list.
This voice somehow woken another presence in the apartment. Two small children, an orc boy and a blood elf girl, came dashing out of the apartment's bedrooms and gasped at the sight of Zain. The three stared at each other in bafflement.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO KIDS?!" Zain gaped, confused by the presence of the children.
The children yelled back, protectively picking up the cats in their arms while the orc boy stood in front of the girl as if he was the guard of the house. "Who the hell are you, elf?! You cannot enter Uncle Ezidran's home just like that! How did you get in?!"
"WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN WHO I AM?! I'M RAVENLOTH'S MASTER!" Zain bellowed, correcting the two children's words. "YOU TWO INSOLENT CHILDREN, I NEED TO GET HIS THINGS TO HIM. HE GAVE ME HIS KEYS."
The two children blinked and stared at the photos and paintings by the mantle. Some of them had faces of Zain, Dynast, Arjhan, so on. They recognized Zain from one of the pictures and apologized to him.
"Sorry, we're Ezidran's housekeepers, sir," the blood elf girl started. "He fed us and let us have a nice bed if we take care of the cats and home while he's away."
"Tch, housekeepers, really," Zain snickered and tossed them a sack of gold. "Here, take them. Make sure you use it well to take care of yours and his dumb cats."
"Aye, sir!" With that, the children returned to tending the twelve cats Ezidran had owned in the house.
Zain continued to look for the items in the list. He had managed to find two colored wrapped boxes and kept them into his pack. He was curious at first but it was not his place to look at someone else's privacy. He found the Personal World Destroyer and bombling robot in the back of his bedroom, posed in a comical way that they were guarding his journal and memento box. However, the journal was not there, just the pen.
He held the box into his hands. It was quite heavy, rattling with sounds of metals inside. Curiosity got better of him, he could not help but open and look.
Inside, he found various jewelry, lockets, pieces of notes and letters. He found them familiar - These were items of his love life, memories of his past lovers, both dead and alive, even ones that did not reciprocated love back. Such as Zain's father, Lord Solarius.
Endearing. He attempts to remember every one of them.
Zain thought to himself, picking a piece of locket to reveal a picture of Lord Solarius to gaze at and put it back. He knew whom were most important in his life as ones of Dynast and his ex-fiancee, father of his son were put into separate compartment boxes. Inside Dynast's compartment were rings he made for Ezidran, a lavish compass, necklace and a folded letter.
He got curiouser and decided to take a look at the letter:
Dear Ezidran,
I promised myself that I would start and end this letter with 'I love you', to make up for all of those times that I wrote you and never did. Perhaps even for all of those times I never said it, when I should have.
So. I love you.
That letter. He remembered it. As much as Zain disliked Ezidran and always pushed him away, Ezidran would always return to confide in him and showed him all kinds of things that Dynast gave him. Whether happiness or sadness, he would never fail to let Zain know.
He stopped reading at that and folded the paper back. This letter was of great importance to Ezidran and affirmed his faith in Dynast. Zain knew Ezidran needed to read it again in comfort. Hopefully, it would ease his mind and avert the hallucinations away.
Walking out of the bedroom, he let the children know he was leaving and bid them goodbye as he left with the items. With that taken care of, he was ready to transport it to the Argent Crusade's prison cells and head back to Silvermoon to do his usual Blood Knight duties. Then he reminded himself of the fur coat he had shared money with Ezidran to get for Dynast as a present.
Wonder if Dynast would like the fur coat though?
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[IC Journal - Zain] Thought Process - "His Cats; You Cannot Forget It."
Hours have passed, Ezidran had been calm for some time. Whether it was a good sign or not, no one knew. Ezidran was like a ticking time bomb, already to explode at times. Zain had been watching the Death Knight during his manic moments, how the hallucinations had grasped him so tightly like a vice - For they were so vivid to him. So fond, so tempting. Sometimes he spoke to the wall, sometimes he complained of smelling blood where there wasn't any, sometimes he yelled for the phantoms to go away.
"Pathetic," Zain sighed to himself, inhaling on his cigarette as he observed the Death Knight. "He couldn't fucking fight it. Just like all others."
Zaifar, who stood beside the Blood Knight, chimed in. "You would not be able to fight these hallucinations too, Zain."
"Hn," the other man grunted, casting his gaze away from the cell.
The other Argent Crusade soldiers made attempts to keep Ezidran engaged with conversations, to keep him focused from the hallucinations. In his waking moments, Ezidran was able to speak in sound mind and had requested for his things to be brought to him. The soldiers were relieved and turned to Zain to grant the Death Knight's request.
"Officer Zain, maybe we should bring him his cat to keep him company?" One of the soldiers suggested.
Zain stared in disbelief at the soldier, furrowing his brows and opened his mouth to bark at the poor man.
"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, SOLDIER?"
"N-no, I was just s-suggesting--" The terrified soldier's words were cut off immediately by the Blood Knight.
"AND WHAT IF HE TURNS VIOLENT AND KILLS THE CAT?! WHAT IF THE CAT GETS INFECTED AND SPREAD TO ALL OF US?! YOU BRAINLESS TWAT, YOU USE YOUR FUCKING HEAD!"
He had a point, after all.
"Y-Yes, Officer. You're right," the trembling soldier nodded. "What should we bring for him? A book to read, perhaps?"
"WHY NOT ASK HIM, YOU DUMMY? HE REQUESTED FOR HIS THINGS, RIGHT? ASK HIM WHAT DOES HE FUCKING WANT SPECIFICALLY. I'LL GO GET THEM. FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" The Blood Knight roared and grumbled in frustration.
"Right a-away, Officer!"
Going back to the cell and returning with a paper, the soldier handed it to Zain. Without sparing a glance to the soldier, the elf snatched it from him, taking a long drag on his cigarette before peering at the paper. On the paper, the list entailed things like Ezidran's memento box, two wrapped boxes, a Personal World Destroyer and a Bombling bot. He knew who gave him those things and he knew why Ezidran had desired them to be brought to him. At the end of the paper, it said: "Please check on my cats for me. Thank you."
Damnit, why does it have to be the cats?
Zain grumbled to himself, staring intently at the paper as he contemplated on how he should go about handling twelve domestic cats mewling and rubbing against him for food.
"Ah, I see you have decided to take this upon yourself and go check Ezidran's apartment for his things," Zaifar, who had been peering over his shoulder, commented quietly over the list. "His cats - You can never forget his cats."
"FUCK, YOU SCARED ME THERE, SKYGRAVE!" Zain almost jumped at the stealthy Forsaken priest gazing at him over his shoulder.
"Apologies, Zain."
"YES, YES. I WILL GO CHECK HIS CATS." Zain grumbled, stomping his way out of the Argent Crusade prison cells.
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The Blood Knight arrived in Orgrimmar, strolling by the Tauren district where Ezidran had favored his residence in. On the way, he dropped an envelope addressed to Dynast in the postal box and made his way to Ezidran's apartment near by the Drag. It was a lonely apartment building, built on rocks, cement, orcish architecture which Zain had considered to be lowly. Nevertheless, it looked cosy.
He fitted the keys into the door, twisting it once to open. Once entered, he found himself in neat, tidy apartment, all his furniture and things arranged in an orderly manner; probably a trait he had picked up from Dynast during their union. Also, the apartment was crawling with all his cats, mewling and lazing about the floor. Their food bowls were full, their water dispenser was also filled with water to the brim, the cats looked well cared for - Something Ezidran would never neglect to do, he probably had prepared well before leaving for the quarantine.
"THANK LIGHT, THE CATS ARE OKAY." He sighed, shaking his head and proceeded to look for his things in the list.
This voice somehow woken another presence in the apartment. Two small children, an orc boy and a blood elf girl, came dashing out of the apartment's bedrooms and gasped at the sight of Zain. The three stared at each other in bafflement.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO KIDS?!" Zain gaped, confused by the presence of the children.
The children yelled back, protectively picking up the cats in their arms while the orc boy stood in front of the girl as if he was the guard of the house. "Who the hell are you, elf?! You cannot enter Uncle Ezidran's home just like that! How did you get in?!"
"WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN WHO I AM?! I'M RAVENLOTH'S MASTER!" Zain bellowed, correcting the two children's words. "YOU TWO INSOLENT CHILDREN, I NEED TO GET HIS THINGS TO HIM. HE GAVE ME HIS KEYS."
The two children blinked and stared at the photos and paintings by the mantle. Some of them had faces of Zain, Dynast, Arjhan, so on. They recognized Zain from one of the pictures and apologized to him.
"Sorry, we're Ezidran's housekeepers, sir," the blood elf girl started. "He fed us and let us have a nice bed if we take care of the cats and home while he's away."
"Tch, housekeepers, really," Zain snickered and tossed them a sack of gold. "Here, take them. Make sure you use it well to take care of yours and his dumb cats."
"Aye, sir!" With that, the children returned to tending the twelve cats Ezidran had owned in the house.
Zain continued to look for the items in the list. He had managed to find two colored wrapped boxes and kept them into his pack. He was curious at first but it was not his place to look at someone else's privacy. He found the Personal World Destroyer and bombling robot in the back of his bedroom, posed in a comical way that they were guarding his journal and memento box. However, the journal was not there, just the pen.
He held the box into his hands. It was quite heavy, rattling with sounds of metals inside. Curiosity got better of him, he could not help but open and look.
Inside, he found various jewelry, lockets, pieces of notes and letters. He found them familiar - These were items of his love life, memories of his past lovers, both dead and alive, even ones that did not reciprocated love back. Such as Zain's father, Lord Solarius.
Endearing. He attempts to remember every one of them.
Zain thought to himself, picking a piece of locket to reveal a picture of Lord Solarius to gaze at and put it back. He knew whom were most important in his life as ones of Dynast and his ex-fiancee, father of his son were put into separate compartment boxes. Inside Dynast's compartment were rings he made for Ezidran, a lavish compass, necklace and a folded letter.
He got curiouser and decided to take a look at the letter:
Dear Ezidran,
I promised myself that I would start and end this letter with 'I love you', to make up for all of those times that I wrote you and never did. Perhaps even for all of those times I never said it, when I should have.
So. I love you.
That letter. He remembered it. As much as Zain disliked Ezidran and always pushed him away, Ezidran would always return to confide in him and showed him all kinds of things that Dynast gave him. Whether happiness or sadness, he would never fail to let Zain know.
He stopped reading at that and folded the paper back. This letter was of great importance to Ezidran and affirmed his faith in Dynast. Zain knew Ezidran needed to read it again in comfort. Hopefully, it would ease his mind and avert the hallucinations away.
Walking out of the bedroom, he let the children know he was leaving and bid them goodbye as he left with the items. With that taken care of, he was ready to transport it to the Argent Crusade's prison cells and head back to Silvermoon to do his usual Blood Knight duties. Then he reminded himself of the fur coat he had shared money with Ezidran to get for Dynast as a present.
Wonder if Dynast would like the fur coat though?