"So what's the plan?" Wrathion asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back against my workbench across the room from me.
"Don't know," I said absentmindedly as I kept going through the enchantments laid into his helmet, "Depends on Alexis I suppose. If she wants to go back and rip the guy a new arsehole, I'm inclined to assist her."
Wrathion slowly nodded, "Let me know if you want some more help with that."
I glanced over at him and he shrugged,
"She helped us when we needed it."
I picked the helmet up and peered at it in the light, "And she has a nice arse."
I glanced over at Wrathion, finding him glowering at me,
"That is not why I wish to help her."
Heh.
I shook my head and channeled mana into the helmet, quicksmithing it into a collapsed ball as if I was balling it up like a piece of paper, "This is junk, I had been hoping to transfer the enchantments while simply replacing the metal, but that won't work. Turn back and strip the rest, I'll have to make you an entire new set if we want to get rid of this dwemer crap."
Wrathion snored but nodded, moving into the center of my workshop so he would have room to return to his real form, "I see. How long would that take?"
"Longer than her recovery in any case," I said as the room filled with spellsmoke from his transformation, the air moving enchantments quickly neutralizing it as I continued, "And I advise you to not try to pursue her. That won't end well for you."
"Is that so?" he asked and started to unclasp and wiggle out of his full set of dragon armour.
"Yeah, she's hung up on the entire monogamy thing humans do," I said and shrugged, "We have decent chemistry, something could have happened there I think, but as it is, it wouldn't work. Best to just stay friends."
"Just because she isn't into you..." Wrathion said with a snort, dropping the last of his armour onto the floor with a small crash of several hundred kilos of heavy metal hitting enchanted stonework.
I grinned at him, "Just don't come complaining to me when she slashes your wings. Besides, you are thinking of this all wrong."
He tilted his head in question, "In what way?"
"She wouldn't be your consort. You'd be hers."
Wrathion growled at me before stalking out of my workshop, "How soon will it be ready?"
"Month or so," I said with a grin, "I think you'll like the result anyway, the new version has some nice features."
As he left, I shook my head in amusement. Well, all luck to him but I suspected things wouldn't end too well if he tried.
Turning back to my workbench, I flicked my hand and brought up my notes with Library just in time to hear a voice behind me,
"Hey."
I glanced back and then frowned, "What in the blind eternities are you doing out of bed, woman!?"
Alexis looked like hell still, even after days of healing and being stuffed to the gills with healing potions and spells. The side of her face was bruised and her right arm was bundled up in enough bandages and wraps that it looked twice its normal size. She had managed to get some clothes somewhere, but was mostly wrapped up in her blanket.
"Had to... do something..." she admitted and took a step only to stumble, catching herself with her good hand against the wall.
I moved to help her but the look she shot me stopped me short. Instead she sighed and shakily sat down with her back against the wall next to the door.
I shook my head and sighed, "Want some water?"
"Got anything stronger?"
"Not much of a drinker," I said, "Besides, I'm not giving you anything without knowing how it would fuck with the gazillion potions in your system."
"...Fair enough..." she sighed and let her head drop back against the wall.
She stayed like that for a long moment and I got her a bottle of water anyway. Enchanted to be self filling. Very practical.
"You lost my sword," I told her as I put the bottle down next to her.
That got a small smile from her, "Your sword, huh?"
"I made it, that makes it mine no matter who carries it around. I suppose you'd like a new one now?"
"If you wouldn't mind?" she admitted and opened her eyes before picking up the bottle and taking a swallow.
I nodded and moved to sit next to her, my back against the wall, "Still going for a rapier style or would you like something else, maybe something a bit more weeabo?"
Alexis had a remarkably good glower, "I prefer a straight and narrow blade."
I smirked, "I'll see what I can do. Any special effect features you'd prefer?"
"...I just want a sword, it doesn't need to turn into a fighter jet or include a lifejacket, Atregos."
I snorted in amusement, "What's the fun in that?"
She shook her head and then touched her cheek, "...I might need something more protective too."
"That I can do. Not a full set of armour?"
"Not my style," she said before she grinned, "But something that could protect my nice ass would be good."
"Oh bollocks, you heard that."
That set her laughing before she stopped with a groan, feeling her side, "Oh relax," she said at my worried look, "I'm fine."
"Are you fine?"
She paused at that and her mood seemed to visibly drop and she sighed, "I don't know. If I had stayed out of it..."
"Hundreds would have died."
"Instead of the ten thousand when I got involved!?" she exclaimed and the bottle she had held crashed into the wall across the room, shattering into a million little shards, "Yes! Good job Alexis!"
"And the tens of thousands I killed," I told her quietly, "That was fighting on our side. Dragons, humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, tauren, pandaren."
She fell silent at that for a second, "That's different. You did it to save Azeroth, they would have died anyway if you had failed."
"Maybe. Maybe not and when I did it, I wasn't sure it wouldn't pop the Plane like a soapbubble. Maybe that wasn't the best way to win, maybe it was the only way?" I said and shrugged, "Only the Bronzes know and they aren't telling. You tried to save those people, you did your best. Sometimes that's all we can do. Sometimes we... just fail."
"...Or make things worse," she said softly and rubbed her eyes with her undamaged hand, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"
I was quiet for a long moment, letting her collect herself again before I spoke up again, "What are your plans?"
"You're wondering if I'm going to go back there," she asked and then shook her head, "I... I don't know," she admitted.
"You already have taken responsibilities on one Plane," I reminded her, "You don't need to go looking for more. It wasn't your fault."
"I know, I know," she sighed before looking to me, "But I don't know if I can let it continue like that, let him get away with it."
I nodded, "You realize what'll happen if you go, right? I'd have to come with you. I'm not letting you go up against him alone again. And if we do, we need to be ready."
"You don't need to do that."
I smirked at her, "Oh, and pass up the opportunity to save a damsel in distress again? I wouldn't dream of it."
"It doesn't count if you go into distress with me, lizard! Besides, the knight is meant to save the damsel from the dragon, not the reverse!" she answered, forcing a small smile as she shook her head, "Fuck... I don't know," she then said with a frown, "Maybe it would just make things escalate again. I have to think."
I nodded, "That you can do in your bed," I said and got up, starting to assist her onto her feet as well, "Before Zrazta or one of the healers discovers you missing and decides to come hunt you down. By the time you are healed up, I'll have some equipment ready for you, no matter what you decide."
"...Thank you."
She didn't need to say what for.
AN// And that's it for the moment. We'll continue with Atregos later, but on Wednesday it will instead be Hell to Pay. The continuation of
Hell is other angels Hope you enjoyed and take care.
Based on her cards, pretty much the only thing she does that isn't directly burning stuff to the ground is creating fire elementals (which is basically just burning stuff to the ground with extra steps), summoning gremlins (for... some reason), however the hell we're supposed to interpret impulsive draw/discard then draw effects in-setting, or just straight-up creating red mana so that other people can cast something else. Meanwhile, Jace has been around about as long (aka has about as many cards) and can draw cards/stimulate intellect, enhance his summons, mill people/mess with their minds, weaken enemy summons, cast other people's spells, create illusions, gain control of creatures, boost stamina (or whatever it is he does when he untaps creatures), unsummon creatures, and counter spells. So clearly they have the capacity to show a planeswalker being creative with their powers and having more than one skillset, so if Chandra's cards lack that shown creativity, there's only one conclusion to draw, and that's that Chandra is a one-trick pony who struggles when fire is not the answer to a particular problem. Beyond that, it's what, throw gremlins at them? Unless she's fighting someone who relies a lot on artifacts, that won't do much good. 
