Eyes of a Tragedy

Fandom still held some surprises after all, as it turned out.

A certain young blonde telepath had shown up on Kerrigan's doorstep last night. That... had been a surprise. On the other hand, she had mused, it was almost as if the island were actively trying to cast its more talented inhabitants into her lap. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So to speak.

Kerrigan had kept her curiosity in check the previous night, but Emma's mental state had been a little-- hm. Useful? She supposed she could find out how useful now, in the morning. And so by time dawn broke, Kerrigan was heading back into the room where she had left Emma a mattress, two cups of coffee in her hands.

[[ for one, nfb, and warning for potential consent issues later on in the thread. ]]

It had been a long, almost unknowable time since last Protoss did battle against Protoss in quite this way. It had Artanis drunk on grief as he stalked through the harsh landscape of Shakuras, the psi-blade at his wrist humming a song of tragedy and war.

( All around him, templars were dying. )
And for this one instance in time, he was, at last, terrified of the future.

[ most dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Protoss mission 7, 'The Insurgent', and 8, 'Countdown'. OOC-okay, whee, and now we leave the protoss to themselves ]