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Sixth Scale - Visual/Action if you want to?? - Forward dated to dawn, tomorrow morning

[The scroll opens up to the sight of a snow fort. A rather large snow fort, really. To call it ornate would be far too kind, although it does range in what you could call complex. Its 'main' room seems to be the size of a moderately sized tree-house, and it's raised somewhat off the ground by a pillar of ice. It has a few smaller pillars with single 'rooms' on top of them, with the thing 'connected' together by a snow fence. It isn't exactly the sturdiest looking thing, considering it's all ice and snow, but it's impressive in its own sophomoric way. It also happens to be in the middle of the town, casting not an imposing shadow so much as an obnoxious and inconsiderate one. The thing is really more in the way of traffic and business than it is anything.

Considering how fast the construction was and the size of it, someone must have been up all night working on it. And they were.]

So. You see that? I made that.

[Pokey's heard before he's seen, turning the scroll towards him, his beady blue eyes dark and near red from exhaustion. Still, he's grinning like an obnoxious little jerk all the while.]

And, with it, I declare myself the king of winter, and the middle of town I guess. Doesn't matter what you call me so long as you call me 'sir', considering the middle of town is mine now. Don't worry, you don't have to pay a fee or anything to me, I'm that nice a guy. You just have to remember and talk about how great I am. How smart I am. How no one but me, Pokey Minch, could've done this.

I guess you could try and knock it down, but it'd probably be better to wait until spring. Thing is impenetrable, so you all better just deal with it.

[C'mon. Come on. Someone come try and knock it down, mess with him, get into a snowball fight or something or assault the thing. Even just come get angry at him. He's so bored and having maxed out the creation powers Mayfield left with its survivors has tired him even more, to the point of restlessness.

Do something. He is so damn bored it isn't funny.]

Oh. Hey. Bear. Offer still stands if you want to come run this with me. You can be co-ruler, or prince, or whatever of town square.

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Hey I'm a pretty humble guy, but if you're offering? Totally the cinnamon buns, by the way.

Naw. Facial hair is for creeps and losers.

[And it reminds him of his dad ~~and, although not consciously, of his 'future' or real self~~.]

You have a point. There is nothing weirder than seeing fake facial hair on an orc. Especially since they can grow the real stuff! [She won't mention how lots of Pandaren males sport a beard or some such, though.]

I will be over soon enough, then!

I was going to say. I've met maybe one orc, but he had a beard. Didn't look like it was fake but I never got to test it.

Make it quick. Cold cinnamon buns aren't a great tribute.

No worries! I have a very good transportation system!

[Of course by that she means bamboo steamer boxes, but they do the trick, after all.]

We'll see. Just make sure to keep it snappy.

[He'll be waiting. Because man. He is never one to turn down free food.]

Are you joking? I wouldn't turn down an invite from a dragon! [And the scroll blinks off.

Soon enough, the sound of hooves can be heard, as the zebra approaches. Her saddlebags are bulging, and across her rump is a large wooden barrel with a cork in one end, and some mugs strung along it.]

I have arrived! [And Jou stomps a hoof for emphasis.]

[Finally some respect. He doesn't get why most of the people he's met have to be weird about the dragon thing. He's clearly a dragon. A very intimidating dragon, and not some lizard or something.

Pokey tosses a ladder down for Jou, looking down at her.]

Hey, not bad! I guess you're dedicated to your winter ruler after all!

Though you think you're really going to get all that up here?

Oh, hai, though you will forgive me if I ask you for a claw? Hoof? Believe me, the food is worth the wait, I promise! And since I am giving you the buns, it should not be the heavy part. I will handle the cocoa.

[Suiting actions to words, she pulls the saddlebags off her back, and climbs partway up the ladder. Some people might make it swing and lurch, but Jou has excellent balance, thanks to her monastic training. All Pokey has to do is give the bags a shove onto the floor of his fort. No sweat!]

And now for the fun part! Careful, I am coming up!

[Pokey isn't really the only one showing off. Jou jumps off the rope ladder, landing on all fours on the ground and booting the keg off her back. She gives the sturdy wooden keg another boot, kicking it up through the hole into the fort, and before it can fall back down the hole or on the floor, she leaps up through the hole and catches the keg. With a flourish, she sets it down gently, stacking the mugs on top. Nothing broken or even cracked. She leans against the keg with a grin.]

Ah, I still have it, even after a few months here. So, would you care for a mug of hot cocoa?

[Pokey usually isn't one for helping others, at least not strangers and not openly, but even then Mayfield had softened his heart at least a little. He gives off an obnoxious, long suffering sigh, as if Jou had asked him to move a mountain for her instead of a bag of delicious food.

He does it anyway. Really, he is just too nice a guy.

Pokey backs off towards one of the sides of the fort, though, as the heavy keg gets kicked through the air. He doesn't scramble, not exactly, but there's at least a little hustle in his step to make sure the keg doesn't somehow fall on him, and if it hits Jou on its way down well...that's on her. He isn't getting between the zebra and that thing.

As Jou jumps up and catches it, he laughs a little at her grin. It's as much genuine amusement as it is trying to save face. He's a cool guy. Ice cold cool. Yes. Yes he is. And he certainly doesn't look dumb or cowardly in front of strangers.

So he just shrugs, of course.]

Hey, I thought you'd never get to it. Let's tap this thing.

With pleasure! [Of course, because he's the King of Winter, he gets the first mug. And the zebra wasn't lying about her prowess--the cocoa is rich, smooth, and chocolatey, with hints of cinnamon, clove, and just a tiny sting of pepper to tone down the sweetness. And while the cinnamon buns are steamed, and not baked, it gives them a softness and a chewiness that almost seems to make them last longer. And they are still quite warm!]

So, does my tribute please you, O great one? [It's hard to tell if Jou is serious, now, but if she's teasing, there's no malice in it. She's happy to be here!]

[Pokey takes that mug and more or less chugs it, and yet before he's halfway done with it he's already managed to stuff a cinnamon bun or two in his face. When he finishes the cup he sets it down, close to the keg and clearly expecting another, but he at least gives a smile that isn't that of a complete little jerkwad.]

Hey, it wasn't half bad. I guess I'll say you've pleased me enough you get to keep all your property when I expand from here.

So are you a cook or something, then? Cause hey, you might as well get into the business if you aren't.

It is a hobby only, which is probably why you are not fainting from sheer happiness. That, or it is because sweets are not my usual fare, either!

[Jou isn't wasting any time, snacking on a bun or two herself, but she knows just how much she can put away. Politeness says 'save some for others!'. Which is also why she brought more than just one bamboo pan--there are a good half a dozen, full of cinnamon buns. She also is quick to pour more cocoa without spilling a drop.]

I run the Wok'n'Roll in the Night Market, serving Pandaren cuisine. You should come by some time, I'll give you free samples!

Well, I have had better.

[The porky little dragon says, greedily shoving another down his gullet. For something he's had better of he sure isn't slowing down on eating his share. But at least he doesn't seem to be racing to eat all of them.

Well. Not intentionally.]

I guess I can roll on by. I mean, I'm a pretty busy guy, but I can find the time.

[More food you said? He can see to that.]

You talk like someone I used to know. I mean, not exactly, but some of the way you talk is the same. The orc I mentioned kinda talked in the same way at times.

Well, there are plenty of them, where I am from. Have you heard of Azeroth?

[With the way he's spoken, it would not surprise her if he had. As for his words--his actions speak differently, so Jou feels no need to be offended.]

I come from there, and I have thrown my lot in with the Horde, so I frequented Orgrimmar quite a bit when I was home. Different from where I grew up, but most orcs are good, honorable people.

[And then, there's Garrosh Hellscream.]

Well, yeah. That's where Thrall told me he was from.

[He shrugs a bit, sipping some more of the hot chocolate once he's poured more. Slowly this time, not just demolishing it.]

He told me some about it, like his culture and everything considering he was the guy the town we were in made my 'dad' - but it's not like I know everything.

He was a decent enough guy, I guess.

[Decent enough is, generally, Pokey's way of approving of someone when he bothers to do it out loud.]

Thrall was your father? [Jou's expression goes very, very surprised. Well, there was some sort of adoption there, clearly, but still.]

He was the Horde's Warchief, until recently--he made Garrosh Hellscream the Warchief for a while, but Garrosh is in disgrace...

[More like on the run for his miserable life, but she really doesn't want to go there.]

He is a very good and honorable orc. I am sure you made him very proud! [If nothing else, because the Thrall she knew was like that.]

Well, yeah, kind of. I had a bunch of them there. Place I was at last kind of dragged people in and tried to force them to be families. He was the one who lasted.

He told me he was a chieftain but I never fully knew what that meant. But like I said he...

[Looked after him. In a weird way, he was probably the most considerate and helpful of the 'dads' he had there.

Pokey just shrugs.]

He was decent.

Course I made him proud. Anyone'd be proud if I was their son.

[That first part? He means entirely. It just went with how encouraging Thrall had been to him.

The second part? On a deep personal level, he doubts. And it's hard for at least a little of that to not be evident when he speaks.]

Thrall is like that. But if he said you made him proud, you did. He does not lie. So he was proud to have you as a son. One of our Warchief's greatest desires is to have a family.

[Just like that. But also because Jou is a mistweaver monk, and it is just in her nature to heal. To try and build up, and she can hear the doubt in the dragon's voice. And sure, Thrall might have a wife and soon a family of his own, but that is different. And she saw enough in Vash'jir to know what she says is true.]

I am positive he treasured you, for as long as you were together.

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