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[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[The solid walls and thick ceilings are a bit much for someone unused to them; even windows aren't much help, especially when they're glazed.

So Vol'jin's in the quad, sitting with his back to the wall of the building, a couple official-looking papers strewn around him, weighed down with a few small rocks. He's poking at a course catalog with a pen and noting things down on yet another scrap - really the sort of thing that looks like it'd be better done inside at a desk.

The blue skin, tusks, and strange hands and feet make it pretty clear he's not human from a good ways away... and the way he keeps taking surreptitious looks around his papers at people going by in the distance suggests he's not used to humans any more than they might be to him.

Sighing, he drops his pen and scratches his head, then pushes his hair back into its rough spikes.]

Dey got classes for everyting... and rules for everyting, too.

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[icesanguinewolf.livejournal.com]

You have no idea.

[Have a grin from a dead elf! He's so relieved to see you you don't even know.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

I tink I gettin' one, mon.

[And then he looks up and blinks: not a human, like about everyone else he's met around here. Elf, maybe? Not that he's ever seen one, but there were all those old stories...

... and there is something else not right here, something just subtly off about him. Something that maybe smells a little bit like danger. He puts the booklet he's holding down and shifts his balance a little, just in case.]

Who you be?

[icesanguinewolf.livejournal.com]

[Strange. Vol'jin didn't seem to remember him. Then again, Kurt WAS just one person out of a lot, and even a Death Knight didn't stand out of hte crowd much anymore.]

My name's Kurtarathus. I swung by to see you every so often, but I don't think I ever formally introduced myself.

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

"Swung by?"

[He's about to mark Kurt off as pretty much just nuts when something tickles at the back of his mind, less than half-remembered, something about... and it's gone.]

What ya talkin' about? I never seen ya before...

[kat-asks-later.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Yes, they do.

[Katsura would have laughed right about then, but she's just gotten a sense of the troll's age, close-up--and this is not the Vol'jin she knows from Orgrimmar. She doesn't quite falter, but she does change what she was about to say.]

I suppose it's a human thing. Are you settling in well, then?

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

It be hard to settle when everyting be wrong wit all dis.

[He taps his fingers on the cover of the course book for a minute, then--]

Seems dere be a lot of humans here.

[kat-asks-later.livejournal.com]

There are. However, they don't seem to have the mentality that you and I should be slaughtered simply because we're here. I've decided to take advantage of that.

[Not that that might mean anything when she returned to Azeroth.]

If there is any way I can be of service, I am Katsura Sunarrow. [At which she offers a small bow.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[Sunarrow. That was familiar, but wh-- oh right.]

Da same Sunarrow it say teach... [Yeah, he has to flip through the catalogue and check.] "Firearms an' Projectiles?"

[black-wildheart.livejournal.com]

[Volug's not right next to Vol'jin, but he's close enough and he's got good hearing. His ears prick up.]

Where I come from, you learn by doing, not by listening. But beorc do like rules.

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

Same here, mon.

[Yeah, those are interesting ears. Probably not a human thing. Maybe? At least he hasn't seen any other humans with them.]

What ya mean by "beorc"?

[black-wildheart.livejournal.com]

Beorc are those without fangs or claws. They call themselves "humans" here, I think. In the nations of Tellius, some call themselves human because they believe that others are not.

Where do you come from?

[Because there sure aren't any trolls in Tellius.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

From da Darkspear Islands... I be Vol'jin of da Darkspear Tribe.

[He's still thinking about the 'fangs and claws' bit, but hey - he's been told weirder things lately. It would be helpful if he'd heard of worgen, probably.]

Dere be no humans on da islands, but I heard dere be many north of where we lived before. Nothin' like dis place, though.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

Just because they have them doesn't mean they enforce them. [Stands over his shoulder. She doesn't look anymore human than he does with her dark gray skin (tinted blue), with yellow eyes (one with seven pupils), and long candy corn-colored horns.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[And it feels like ages since he's seen anyone close to a proper trollish (...) skin color, even if she seems to be oddly tuskless among other things.

He doesn't exactly relax as she gets close, but he does offer a smile.]

Ya sound like ya been here a while. So which rules be real?

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

Don't you want to figure that out for yourself? It's no fun just giving you all the answers! [She smiles back.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

Ya might have a point... but dere be another question: is findin' out myself fun for me or fun for whoever be tryin' to catch me?

[oversees.livejournal.com]

[Percy stands up straight as he walks by, opting for a pompous exterior and attitude that isn't really missed. He stares curiously at Vol'jin, surprised by his features and desperate to question them. Instead he refrains and provides his best instructor response.]

It is a school after all, would you expect anything different? Students must adhere to rules or else the establishment would crumble quite easily!

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[The stare isn't so unusual; he's gotten more than a few looks since he arrived, but the attitude - that's different. A little funny, but different.]

Dere ain't so many rules where I come from... but dere be no schools.

[He fiddles with the papers in his hands a bit, then sets them down. He's pretty sure Percy's a human, so he's got some questions, too...] Ya humans all like dese classes so much?

[oversees.livejournal.com]

No schools?! How do you even learn anything! Classes have always been an essential part of our survival.

[Of course he enjoys them, but that's not saying much.]

Don't tell me you're a student, then.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

[Ronnae looks at him curiously, blinking a few times. He seems familiar but somehow not... Maybe younger? If so...]

Oh~ Ummm they do, it's not so bad tho really. You get used to is fairly quickly.

[The half breed girl smiles at him, glad that there's another Azerothian around she can relate to, even if she's a half breed.]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[So much about her says orc, though he isn't entirely sure how he knows that - or why it doesn't seem quite right.

Shaking the odd sensation of deja vu off, he returns the smile.]

It be a little easier to get used to tings when ya got no choice about it. Looks like dis be one of dose times...

[Yeah, he's not really as easy with the situation as he makes it sound, but there's no point telling the world about it.]

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

[The situation was one she understood well, she mainly strove to keep to herself but the opportunity to meet more Azerothians was one she couldn't pass on.]

It'll pass, the uneasiness I mean... I'm still gettin' used to things myself.

excuse me while i fanboy over here, even though i don't play wow anymore, i'm still crazy for trolls

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[From one troll to another, humans are the weirdest things ever. And even though they don't quite look the same, it's nice to see another non-human around]

[So Equius is just going to do his thing and stand nearby, watching]

[raptorstrike.livejournal.com]

[In a place filled with (weird-ass) humans, it doesn't take too long to notice someone who's definitely not... and though Equius doesn't exactly look exactly like Vriska, he's still got the horns. Maybe close enough? In any case, Vol'jin half-waves at him when it seems like he's not going to be moving on right away.]

Hey, mon. Ya need someting?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

No. Not really.

[That's not really the right way to start off a first encounter, is it? It takes him a bit to summon up the people skills needed to offer further explanation]

You're just the first non-human I have encountered who is not someone I already know. It's refreshing.