Do Not Waste My Time.

- Semi Selective RP Blog for Alarak - - Main Verse Counterpart to altarak(HotS) - - Post Legacy of the Void - - SEMI-HIATUS; RL shit going on. -

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[Alarak attended a party once. He went with Artanis.]

[Do not tag as me/kin/system, please! This is my iteration of Alarak and he means a lot to me; this drawing was not made for you.]

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A Zerg Overlord appears in the sky, broadcasting a psionic signal. "Thiss is a formal requesst... The swarms' master of evolution wishess to hosst a party, in accordancee with Terran standards... Our repository of Protosss cusstoms iss lacking. The evolution master, in addition to sseeking the statuss of intoxication, the evolution master seekss to expand hiss knowledge on Protosss customs. Any who join us will not be harmed, and will be returned ssafely. Thank you."

There is a long pause for a few moments, as if Alarak had no idea what he was looking at. And then..-

“...What? How has this happened?” A snarl came across the Highlord’s features as he clenched his fearsome claws into fists. An unrelenting silence that filled the room had him give a deep, resonating growl before he turned away from the sight.

“Well? Don’t just stand there -- destroy it! I have to deal with some.. incompetence within our ranks.”

[akyuatron]

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jinarasuggestion replied:  #Foolish anon. #The objectively correct answer is me.

Ji’nara, you do know what happens when you lie, don’t you?

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best and brightest of the ascendants?

“None of them. As long as they obey me and do not fail miserably, they are unfortunately worth something.”

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“...”

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What happens if a Tal'darim has a child with a slave? Is the baby Tal'darim, or no?

“... What? If the slave is Tal’darim, of course it is. If not, it’s still born under my ruling and thus is considered as such — whether they like it or not.”

Alarak paused for a few moments, furrowing his brow.

“Mmmnnn, it may be situational. Considering where and what planet they were born on and, .. hm. Honestly, I really do not care.”

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“The Tal’darim as a whole already know what I’ve done. I do not care to mindlessly babble to someone who cannot even hope to comprehend my power. Those who know of me, know what I am capable of.”

“Those who do not will soon find out.”

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what's the protoss equivalent of kissing and could I get in on some of that with you

“Ugh! Do not touch me.”

“Ji’nara, remove this ones hands. Kill them after.”

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O Highlord, regale us of your deeds so that we may be inspired to ever greater heights! On the shoulders of the strong shall the Tal'Darim ever be First of the Protoss, and by your actions do we offer our lives to you!

“If you do not know of them already, you’re incomprehensibly dull, aren’t you.”

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hey highdaddy can I get some suger *taps cheek*

“No.”

Alarak would then proceed to psionically shove the anon off a very large nearby cliff.

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“I am so very, very bored of you all.”

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Highlord, forgive this humble Supplicant's intrusion. I ask advice of you, who is so far above me. It is my will to see myself move up the chains of ascension, yet I know well that any ascendent aware of my designs would throw me to the fray immediately. How then, should I train to kill my ascendent and rise above my station, starting as I am from the bottom? Will there ever be a safe time to do so? It would be with great dishonor to challenge them, only to be swatted as an insect.

“Hoho! How utterly foolish of you to speak without being permitted. What, did you think I regularly gave out advice to all supplicants who asked? You are asking me to figure out a plan for you? Hah.

I decline. I did not rise in the ranks by asking for help. 

To do so is... laughable. I should have your head removed from that crooked neck of yours -- since you so rudely interrupted me without anyone of any remote importance summoning you.”

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Ugh, how unfortunate.

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Merry Khasmas, Highlord! *hands you a lump of coal*

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Fools; the lot of you. Don’t you have anything better to do than to play matchmaker? As if I’d have any interest in the First Ascendant, or the Matriarch who babbles on and on of the memories tied to her destroyed planet. 

Ugh. What’s next, the pathetic Phase-Smith? That Talandar machine? The Preserver? And whatever pitiful title Selendis has, that I obviously did not care to learn in my time at the Spear of Adun?

Anyone else? Let me restate this for you; No. Not ever.

Do us all a favor and plunge yourselves into the depths of a nearby lava pit.

[jinarasuggestion]

Vorrak says “Hey you’re my father’s First Ascendant, Jinara. I am Alarak’s Future Son with Vorazun called Vorrak. Because I come from a future where a void ray named Exlife who worships Amon rules, I didn’t get to experience Life in normal Tal'Darim Life. What is Child life in The Tal'Darim like?”

I hate the Nexus. More than ever, now.

@altarak​ @empyreanrule​ @alaraksuggestion​ I blame you for this.

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“Blame? What, did you think I would truly be able to stand being in the Matriarch's presence for longer than a second? As if you would believe anything that marched up and proclaimed that they were a child of mine.”

Alarak shook his head, waving a dismissive hand before he turned around; sickened by such blatant and abhorrent lies the newcomer would speak.

“You know how I treat liars. Dispose of him; I’ve better things to do than deal with those who’ve lost their mind to terrazine.”