#jerryorenas

“… I’m sorry, Jadoth. Let’s just… agree to disagree.” Another discussion he could never have, with yet another person. At least the blow meant he could get some minor coddling from the healers.

   At first, Jerry wasn’t sure why he woke up. Peering blearily around, it still seemed to be early, even for him. Yet he soon realized that something vital was missing: noise. Sound, voices, activity in general.. all absent.   He didn’t bother to be more ready then to dress warmly, for Frostfire remained cold outside despite the warmth within the Sable Bastion’s buildings. Jerry found himself wandering the barracks, noting with increasing alarm the empty cots and beds, the signs of… of nothing. There was no blood, no sign of struggle or haste or anything at all. It was as if everyone simply… vanished.   A haze of dread clouded his thoughts as the young Sin’dorei stepped outside, rapidly visiting each and every building, only to confirm his suspicions: everyone was gone. With no visible why or how, all who came to Draenor with the Sable Vanguard…   No, it couldn’t be true. If it were some attack, why spare Jerry? There were far better targets for information. It made no sense, and his mind spun in circles before he realized he’d stopped moving, at some point fallen to his knees in the snow. The numbing cold didn’t even register, overpowered by the terror in Jerry’s heart.   Strange, how hopelessness made everything so numb, so… senseless. His vision steadily faded to black, a decent into dark that he noted with a sort of horrified fascination. Was this to be his fate, a stupid death freezing in the snow, too paralyzed by his own monophobia to run into one of the many nearby buildings? He could just make out the glow of a brazier, right in front of him, but he cared so little…   Screaming and water woke him up, and Jerry stared blankly at the concerned ring of faces around him. It was the middle of the night, and just a nightmare. Everyone was still here. He wasn’t alone, yet.

Hope Hope slowly blinks a fishy blink.

Awwww, shucks, Lilk is only slightly uncontrollably sadistic *cough* He resents that statement ma’am. And Jerry is actually the most likely to do that; I did a post about it for him -and- Lilk based-off a meme, come to think of it… ah… here it is! I liked that meme so much, I really did. Do. Present tense. Basically, assuming they became evil, Lilk would begin a political take-over, and Jerry would cull the ‘unworthy’ in a murderous rampage of anyone who remotely had personality traits he disliked. Extreme worst-case scenarios though, I swear.

((assuming this is for the lying meme >:3)) “That’s easy,” Jerry replies after a mere moment’s thought, “That would be our wonderful, loving Vril. He’s so kind, and selfless, and compassionate~ I could just hug him all day, every day. He’s just so loving, to everyone, and it really just… it just makes my day. Vril is a great guy.”

   Jerry wanders around Ema’s home idly, a thoughtful frown etched on his normally gentle face. His thoughts ran in circles, questions without answers, a mental distraction with no end in sight. His musings would easily last hours, carrying him on a tide of reasoning, if he hadn’t bumped into someone. Indeed, not paying attention, the elf walked into a corner and straight into his host. This wouldn’t be nearly so bad if he hadn’t been hunched in thought, at just the right height for their lips to make contact. 

   He didn't see the young woman in a white coat at first.