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[Merlin's balls, it's the unholy lovechild of Hagrid and ... ... god only knows what he stuck it in but that giant-blooded bizarre thing coming right at him has got to be unholy progeny of whatever unnatural union Hagrid made with... anything.]

[Aware he's being approached, Snape falls into a flat expression that lacks fear, and positions himself just right as to have his hand on his hip, his wand secured up his sleeve.]

...can I help you?

[What else do you say to a thing like that, seriously? Polite first, hostile second, once you've assessed the threat level.]

[ Oh the human spoke to him... Wasn't there something about humans not speaking until they have been approached? Hm.

Humans were generally an annoyance, but they were all quite powerful here, and being around so much power... it was something to do. And an excellent way to scope out the sorts that he knew he would be interested in. ]

Perhaps.

[ But does he offer more than that? For a moment, no. He looks down at the little, greasy-ish man, and then there's the slightest of sniffs. Not as much like he's smelling the man (because who would want to?) but more like a hunter testing the air. ]

Perhaps indeed. Tell me, human. What brings you to this gathering?

[Humans made and broke rules about propriety in all sorts of ways -- when some giant thing with horns comes at you, you best engage it to determine it's intentions before you become so much wizardly mashed potatoes under it's great, stompy feet.]

What brings any one to this gathering? Opportunity.

[The sniffing -- he doesn't like that. Reminds him too much of Fenrir. God, it's Hagrid and Fenrir's unholy werewolf stagthing lovechild.]

[ The half-demon stared down the human with a tip of his head. Opportunity. Humans seemed to be so obsessed with opportunity. They believed that if they were indeed able to, they could seize it, and take something as their own.

The irony was lost on him, of course. ]

Ah, yes. Opportunity. For what, precisely? I have found that humans tend to have such...differing goals.

[ And there were no more sniffs, but there was a sense that there was something else going on here. Illidan leaned forward only slightly, but that wasn't all the blindfolded half-demon did. His "eyes", if they could be called such, narrowed slightly, and the green of his tattoos flared to life, only slightly, but the dull glow was enough to probably raise some warning bells. ]

I don't see how my business has become yours, sir. I don't even know your name.

[He's fairly sure he doesn't want to know, seeing at the guy is lighting up like a Christmas tree. Snape takes a step back to preserve his personal space, giving the man the eye, and adds, as a warning]

It would be imprudent to attempt any magic upon me, sir, if you want to keep this peaceful.

[His hand has twisted, his wand is between his fingers now, a warning.]

[ His lips split into a wide grin, and those teeth they really aren't human. The glow from his eyes direct differently, and he scoffs. ]

A wand? I have seen mages of your sort before. Directing power through a rudimentary device is quite... basic. A focus, I'm sure. Does it help when you call forth the arcane?

[ there's a pause while he watches,and the green on his skin flare brighter. ]

This is not magic, little one. This is merely ambient energy.

[Basic? Basic? Snape's wand is a focus -- and the wand and the wizard are paired in bond, one choosing the other, meant for the other. It's not just a simple +stat bar, like SOME people's gear!]

[Ahem.]

You would do well to amend your thinking; a wizard without a wand is not always powerless, and a wizard with a wand is certainly not.

As for your glowing body-art-- [And speaking as someone who HAS magical tattoos] --it matters not. You still have not answered. State your name and business, or begone.

[ hey those warglaives of azzinoth have some sweet stats! ]

You address me first? Little one, it is you who should introduce yourself to me!

[ And whoops, in goes the ego ]

[Too bad you gotta make sure you're in a guild group or they're totally going be ninjaed by some douchebag who wants RP gear.]

Stop addressing me as a child; you may be immense but I can sure both of us can grasp that I am not, in fact, a babe in arms.

[He's got a shield charm up, by will alone; he doesn't trust the purple magic eater to not manage his temper, but damned if he'll be unprepared.]

You were the one sniffing about like a hound alighting after a fox, sir. I am Severus Snape. Your name, sir, for the third time?

[ Or you can solo the original owner. Like THIS GUY. (8C ]

Ah, but to my people you are...eighty? Human ages are too difficult to tell. To my people you are a toddler.

[ He concedes, however, and his hand twitches, as he senses, sees the magic, flickering to life. His eyebrows lift in slight surprise. Not shock, but impressed. ]

I am Illidan Stormrage. I do doubt that you have heard of me here. My presence is not often announced by others.

Anymore then you have heard of me. I am also less than half what you quote.

[He's not human, but...he's still a freaky, freaky dude.]

[ And Illidan...is not exactly put off by that. He's actually creepily more interested. ugh what a creep ]

Ah, then you are a babe in swaddling to me. Yet, young ones are not incapable of making their mark upon the world.

If anyone's managed swaddling, it's not I.

[No shirt, no shoes, no respect, Illidan.]

Is there any particular reason you have come over to investigate me, or is this simply your nature? Sniff about like a dog seeking a bitch in heat?

[He is not, one should be sure, going to be anybody's bitch.]

[ And oh look at the disgust on his face. You're gross, bro ]

No. Perhaps I am merely interested. Magic is my specialty, to find new forms is my life's work. [ And then take them. And eat them. Power addicted demons are bad news ]

I have not found many who require the use of a focus.

[Says the guy who is half-naked and sniffing him. Comparison stands.]

[Something says that he shouldn't say 'oh there are twenty or so wizards from my world just like me at this moment, even if he doesn't particularly care about several of them. Instead, he settles on droll insult:]

You must not get out much.

[ And like most dense, power-obsessed people, it flies right over his head...horns. Whatever. ]

Indeed not. I have spent much time lately crafting and purifying my gift to the people of this world.

Purifying your gift?

[Sounds like Death Eater talk to Snape... who has still not relaxed with his wand, either.]

[ Well, okay, purifying is a lie. He really just.

Kind of hangs around his well like an addict ]

It is, unfortunately, plagued by a taint, and I do not wish to recommend any others to use it until I have purified it. Can you not sense the magic around you?

[Riiiiiight. Voldemort couldn't do crack with no nose, but Illidan is huffing the moonwell nightly. Check. Still crazy.]

If you do not think I am aware that I am surrounded by other magic users, you are mistaken. But I do not think we perceive it in the same way.

[For one thing, Severus Snape's nipples do not light up near other sources of magic, and for that everyone and their patronous is grateful.]

[ Certainly they don't! But Snape also doesn't get other cool additions like horns and missing eyes. He's totally missing out. ]

Not them. They are powerful on their own, yes. In the arrival point of this realm, the City, there is the source. Of magic.

[ You're welcome ]

[For a different definition of 'missing out' we'll go with 'not at all'. Last thing Snape needs is greasy horns.]

The imPort device? Magical?

[ Congratulations you now have Snape's undivided attention.]

[ Well, look at the guy he's talking to. He's not exactly the picture of hygiene... ]

Of course not. Don't be ridiculous! There is a source of magic in this realm now. It was created.

[Making Snape look clean is a feat, but he looks positively radiant next to the bare-foot demonic hippie.]

By you. That gift you mention.

[ Well really I think he'd look clean next to anyone from Azeroth. I'm sure they aren't regular bathers ]

Indeed. When I arrived here, this world was starved, parched of magic. It was a wasteland, with nothing but the magic of individuals in this entire world. It was like being trapped in a desert.

And so you made an oasis?

[Crazy dude is crazy.]