#corruptedkhadgar

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The day had begun like any other day. Kurt struggled with the argument over who got first shower, he prepared for school, wolfed down some breakfast, and made his way to class.

Partway through geology, his image inducer had started whirring, so he hurriedly excused himself and hid in the boy’s bathroom, trying to stop the stupid thing from spazzing out: which it did, in the end, and he was left blue and fuzzy. This didn’t happen very often, but it was still only slightly less normal than a regular day.

His ‘regular’ day, however, ended the moment he decided to teleport home. For, when he reentered, he was struck by an overwhelming dizziness and promptly dropped to a carpeted floor, fighting to keep nausea from over taking him. 

The moment he was certain he wasn’t about to spill his breakfast all over this lovely rug, he looked up... and froze. He was in... a study? Books that seemed a thousand years old lined the room on rickety wooden shelves. Other piles of similar books were thrown into haphazard piles around an old wooden desk. And, before him, stood a man that he had never seen before, who looked just as surprised to see Kurt as Kurt was to see him.

“Uh... Hello.”

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@bloodstainedlibrarian

           Khadgar rubbed at his chin for a few moments, he hated going into Archives --- let alone, ones that he didn’t already know top to bottom. However, it was a risk he was going to have to take as a deep breath escaped his lips, and he made his way forward, “I.... I wonder if you could help me.” 

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@necare-animae

        “Would you know where to get food around here? You know, something that doesn’t look like an Orc made it?” 

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@cinvhetin-verd

        “Uh-huh. You look just like the stabbing post.” 

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@apprentice-khadgar

         Khadgar couldn’t help, but let out a low growl at the other ----- Khadgar might have been many things, but he was much more than an Apprentice... wasn’t he? Of course he was, Khadgar had to be, if he was to actually survive with Medivh, he had to be perfect, and that meant even giving up some freedoms.... most of the time at least.

      “I really don’t like you, Khadgar. You do know that, right?” 

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@medivhoftirisfal

      He already had been caught SNOOPING around the tower ONCE and he thought he had been caught again. It wasn’t exactly too hard to get CAUGHT --- Medivh seemed to know everything, and Khadgar was simply the unlucky one who was in the middle of it all.

      “I wasn’t doing ANYTHING!” This time.

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@masteroflightanddark

           Oh, how Khadgar HATED when spells went who knows where. This was one of the few times he didn’t know where he was, what time it was, and where the fuck on Azeroth he was. It was, in he pure essence of things, a bad situation, and.... nothing looked familiar at all.

            “He’s... going to kill me.”  

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@archmage--khadgar

                       The Young Trust folded his arms across his chest for a few moments, he HATED having to be anywhere near his counterpart ----- just feeling that he was close to the other was.... odd. It wasn’t exactly an oddness that he could pinpoint and one he wouldn’t say anything about for the time being, but it still was there.

                      “You know, I almost wonder what would happen if i would have done a few things differently; would I look as old as you? I mean, I would hope not, but.... I still wonder.”