#procrastin

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Tomorrow

[aymelekthemoonangel-blog]

“I should really write a post”, I say as I glance around my room absentmindedly, doing anything but what I’m supposed to do. I find a stray hair on my bed and twirl it around instead of writing a post. This is my first post. This needs confetti! 

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[meltyfase]

Tumblr's really tryna make me think I have executive dysfunction.

Now I gotta find a place and set up an appointment and do all this shitt but I have executive dysfunction so I'll probably never get around to it :/

[crabstalbuksandpugs]

Question Thinger

Tagged by @vandrysse​

1. What are their thoughts on the Illidari?

He doesn’t think they made the best life choices, and doesn’t fully trust them. But he’s hardly going to turn away a bunch of able bodied demon fighting specialists while the Legion is attacking. It’s a lot like the death knights: yeah there’s a chance they’ll all go bug nuts and turn on everyone, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

2. What are their feelings about the death of their     faction leader?

Pro has wanted to see Varian dead (or at least not king) for a long time now. However, the timing could not have been worse. He may have been a shit king, but he was a solid war hero. Losing him at the start of such a big fight is no good. He feels Anduin is much better leadership material in general, but right now having an experienced, ill tempered ass like Varian beating people in line would be for the best...

3. The Legion is making hard-hitting invasions in several key locations. At the moment, do they still retain a sense of optimism that Azeroth will band together once more and defeat this evil? Or do they feel that this time is different, and feel a more pessimistic outcome will occur?

While he’s naturally pessimistic in general, he hasn’t given up hope yet. That said, things are off to a pretty shit start. Even shittier than when the scourge invaded…which isn’t good. But they got through that, right?

4. What’s one thought currently going through their mind?

What if I never find this kid’s family? …What if I find them in several years, and don’t want to let her go?

5. If they could ask forgiveness from one person, who would it be (names aren’t necessary), and what for?

Oh hell, he has a LAUNDRY LIST of people he should/would like to ask forgiveness from. Or has, but doesn’t feel it was enough. He also has a number of people who he loved who are dead he felt he let down, whether it’s true or not. His temper causes him to hurt people he cares about and he has a history of inadvertently causing a lot of heartache. So by now he just assumes he’s a burden on everyone’s psyche always.

6. Name three things currently in their pockets/bags.

Medicine, arcane dust, and an upsetting amount of baby paraphernalia. It’s only been a week, how did that happen? It happens…

7. What is one thing they’re constantly losing? If they’re  not the type to lose anything, what’s one thing they WISH they could lose?

He misplaces everything all the time. He’ll research something, and while he’s at it he knows where all his notes are. Once he moves on to the next project? Half of it will suddenly be lost to the twisting nether…He was lucky he was able to locate that milk transmutation...

8. What’s one of the grossest things they’ve encountered?

Performing dissections and autopsies are pretty gross. But he did have a crocolisk explode on him. That was probably the grossest thing. He also once, while transformed into a troll, killed a man by impaling him on his tusk, leaving a dead body temporary stuck to his face. That was less of an encounter and more, thrust upon him, however. He still hasn’t gotten over it.

9. If the local tavern was to name a sandwich after your character, what would it be called, and what’s it made of?

The Procrastin-Ate-‘Er. Four kinds of cheese, bacon, cucumber, spinach, sprouts, and tomato: The result of Pro starting to build his own sandwich, then Dorien intervening and adding Healthy Shit

10. What’s the best topping for a Darkmoon Dog?

Sauerkraut

11. If they had one wish, what would it be?

That he could just live a normal, peaceful happy life with his husband...and maybe that new baby...

I’m not making my own questions, because Vandy already tagged most people I know and this would just generate some sort of infinite tagging hell so no...But if you really want questions I can ask you random shit, yes.

[crabstalbuksandpugs]

Something happened

The last wisps of a hangover still gnawed at the back of Pro’s eyes as he made his way out to Westfall. They were working on organizing an evacuation given recent events. And if there was a cause worth supporting, it was getting the hell out of Westfall. Besides, there were one or two elderly citizens of that shit hole the mage felt he owed some debt of gratitude towards. He wanted to make sure they made it out safely. Assuming they were even still alive.

Sentinel Hill buzzed with activity. In all his years visiting that pit, or living there, Pro couldn’t remember seeing so many Westfall citizens in one place. Though their numbers were supplemented by a healthy contingent of Stormwind troops. People were yelling, children crying, all punctuated with the rattle of carts and the occasional distressed squeal of livestock. Procrastin rubbed his eyes as the throbbing in his head intensified. What was he doing here again?

He scanned the carts. They were loading children, the elderly, and infirm onto wagons to facilitate their evacuation. He helped a man missing a leg and most of an arm onto one of the carts. Pro cringed slightly at the man’s grizzled stumps. He considered handing the man a business card, but this didn’t really seem like the time. With its last passenger loaded, the cart promptly started rattling off down the bumpy road, carrying its passengers off to safety.

Before he could continue his scan of the carts, a shrill scream pierced the din. A stunned quiet seemed to fall over the town as the sky darkened, but it only lasted for a moment before it was replaced with even more shrieks of terror as green meteors began streaking from the sky.

The next thing he knew Pro was engaged in combat, hurling balls of arcane energy at demons, dodging meteors, glaives, claws and teeth. A strangled cry of pain escaped him he felt a blade sink into his arm. He blinked away, spun around, and showered the demon with a stream of arcane bolts. The monster roared, beginning to charge the mage again, but was intercepted by one of the Stormwind guard. The demon clutched its blade in both hands, ready to bring it down on the soldier’s shield, when an immense bolt of flames collided with its face, courtesy of Pro, knocking it backwards, giving the soldier time to finish it off.

The soldier spun around, his focus darting over the mage’s head. He pointed with his sword and yelled something, before sprinting the other way. Pro mind frantically tried to parse his helmet muffled words from the din, what did he say? Incoming?

The mage spun, and spotted a horrible sight. Another green meteor. A far larger meteor than any he’d seen fall yet, coming straight for him. Panic bolted through his mind. It was too large, even blinking out of the way wouldn’t be enough distance. There was no time to think.

He barked a few arcane words, and made a few frantic gestures, dragging himself into the astral realm. A familiar hush fell over the battlefield as everything faded away, leaving Pro alone in an empty version of Sentinel Hill. Before he could even orient himself in this strange shadow realm, the impact hit, sending enough of a shock wave to knock the mage clean off of his feet, even through dimensions. Pro hit the ground hard, his head snapping back, cracking against the hard packed ground. He scrambled to his feet, swearing, now even dizzier and more disoriented than before. A sinking feeling welled in his gut. Hadn’t he been near a cart?

Pro planted his staff on the ground, trying to stead himself, the world swimming before his eyes even more than it usually did in this realm. After what felt like an eternity, the effects of the spell finally melted away, and he found himself standing in the center of a blackened crater. Green flames licked up from stray pieces of debris, and bodies were scattered everywhere along the edge of the impact. Whatever monster landed had taken off, no doubt finding insufficient victims left alive at its impact site, leaving Pro once again alone in an eerie pocket of quiet.

His pulse thundered in his ears, and his whole body shook as Pro looked around, still in disbelief that he survived. Suddenly a piercing cry sliced through the relative quiet. A distinct, all too familiar cry to any humanoid. It was near, very near. Was that…? It couldn’t be. He spun frantically, trying to find the source of the cry. That’s when he spotted a faint, golden shimmer at the edge of the crater. A holy shield.

A baby lay at the edge of the crater, crying and screaming, safely encapsulated in a shimmering golden bubble. A woman lay a few paces away, her body twisted and broken. But her eyes remained locked on the infant, arm outstretched, channeling the shield, with a look of silent desperation. Her eyes flicked to the mage as he approached. Relief flooded her features as the mage knelt before the child. The gold shimmer faded, as a smile crept onto the woman’s lips. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a stream of blood. Moments later her eyes fluttered closed and her body went limp, though a faint smile remained on her lips.

Pro stared, stunned, reaching for the infant, suddenly noticing the sleeve of his robe was completely soaked in blood. He blinked, gathering the baby up in the crook of his good arm instead. Right, he’d been injured. He had entirely forgotten. That was a lot of blood, perhaps there were multiple reasons his head was spinning right now…

He didn’t bother to check the woman’s pulse. It was remarkable she had managed to stay alive as long as she did. But he did stop to pull a signet ring off the finger of her outstretched hand. He tucked it into a pouch, not even fully registering why he did it. His head was a mess, the world was spinning, but the baby’s screams were lessening now that it was safely in someone’s grip, though it continued to whimper and cry. The mage spoke another few arcane words, summoning a sparkling blue barrier around the both of them.

The rest of the battle passed in a haze. Eventually the demons were pushed back. Someone bandaged Procrastin’s arm enough to mostly stem the bleeding. He opened several portals for people, before someone finally pushed the dazed mage through one, barking something about shock, and taking care of himself, and the baby. The baby never left his grip, sometimes he almost forgot he was still carrying it.

Somehow he walked back to his home, the streets passing barely noticed. The baby had finally cried itself into exhaustion, and slept quietly in the crook of his arm. He stepped inside the front door, and cleared his throat. Despite his best efforts, his voice came out weak and wavering.

“Dorien? I…something happened.”

[crabstalbuksandpugs]

Always assume the worst

Pro rolled out of bed with a headache so bad he wondered if he didn’t sustain a concussion on his way home from...wait, what had he been doing yesterday?

He grabbed a glass of water off the nightstand. Dorien had been kind enough to bring him up a glass...along with an entire pitcher. And a bucket just in case. Pro smiled through the pain. He really did have the best, most prepared husband. Fortunately he didn’t think he’d be needing the bucket this morning. His head may have been pounding, but his stomach wasn’t too upset. However, the day was young... He glanced at the light pooling on the floor from the probably, oh, 11:00 sun. The day was young...ish. There was time.

He drank down the glass of water, wondering what happened last night. The guild had a picnic in the park? He broke open a bottle of wine and...surely he hadn’t gotten THIS shitfaced off of a single, shared, bottle of wine.

That’s when he remembered. He’d been tampering with his medication after Vandy gave him those notes. He’d forgotten to cross reference if there would be any negative interactions with alcohol and the new formula. An idiotic mistake. A headache and a half remembered night were getting off easy.

What had happened? He remembered the night quite clearly until about his first cup of wine. He seemed to remember something about wanting to steal a baby? Those elves and Mierette came over? Ebonrook was laughing at him?

His stomach sank a little. Aw hell, Ebonrook was there. That meant Pro was probably a huge asshole to him and somehow picked a fight with everyone present. The mage flopped back down on the bed with a groan, dragging the blankets over his head.

He burrowed into the bed, refusing to face the light of day quite yet. Maybe he’d just have to pen a bunch of apologies letters. Hopefully he hadn’t been kicked out of the guild...maybe it went fine? But experience (and his temper) had taught him always to expect the worst.

Eventually, and with monuments effort, Pro willed himself out of bed, found some food, and scraped out a couple of quick notes.

Mierette,

What the fuck happened last night?

Did I do anything stupid?

~Pro

He frowned at the note. He felt he should elaborate but...that really about summed up his take on the matter.

Ms. Dyce,

I want to thank you again for the academical notes you provided. I apologize for my behavior at the picnic yesterday, and apologize if I managed to offend anyone. I honestly cannot remember what may have transpired.

However, I’m writing because I was wondering if you had any information about the interaction of those herbs with alcohol? My own information is less extensive regarding Panderan herbs. As you may have guessed, I’m not usually that susceptible to a couple glasses of wine.

My apologies, again.

~Procrastin Havaleth

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