>You skid to a stop and feign a high sweeping bash onto your brother's head.
>Just before it connects, you hold back and stare at his dumbstruck face.
"Shisai, look. You're gonna have to actually try here."
>Stepping away, he clamors back. "When am I ever going to use this stuff though!?"
"Because Pandaria isn't safe anymore. Heck, not even the Shen-zin Su is."
>"Well gosh golly gee," he said rolling his eyes "maybe I should just enroll in the Stormwind army then..."
>After giving him an extended death stare, you feel your satchel vibrating in that familiar fashion.
"Aww come on! I just got here..."
>You glance back at the traveller who asked for your help finding some artifact from a city in the sky.
"I'll be right back. Go and... I dunno. Go bother my uncle or something. Get his drunk butt up and doing something."
>The monk shrugs and goes off to do the half-assed sidequest you proposed.
>You reach up above your head to grasp at a floating gray question mark, toss it in the bushes, and mess with your frazzled hair which elicites a chuckle from your older sibling.
>When pulling out the misshaped hearthstone from its pocket, you notice that the looking glass engraved in the rock resembles something... mechanical?
>Almost looks like some sort of goblin engineering.
>You turn away from your brother and stand up straight, as usual.
>"How often do you get sent off? Seems annoying."
>You remember just how long it was until you had any decent sleep, among other more pressing things, then groan.
"Too much lately for it to become super duper annoying. Stay far back a bit."
>After pressing the center of the hearthstone down, you immediately feel light headed and begin to see the magic whisk around your body.
>You close your eyes only to feel a gigantic wave of freezing wetness splash over your head, the sound being drowned out by the teleporting magic.

>When opening your eyes, you manage to catch a glimpse of your brother holding a bucket above you; pulling off an annoying prank you haven't seen in years.
"Hey! I can't show up drenched like thi-"
>And suddenly, nothing.
>Black. Cold. Damp. The rushing feeling of time and space whizzing past your entire being.
>With a whoosh you take a sliding head dive onto the metal platform, the bucket on your head providing concussion protection.
>The crackling storm of the portal behind you spits out something green which lands right next to you.
>After a coughing fit of salt water, you manage to roll onto your back.
"Hello again, fishy fry..."
>The murloc gives you a confused look then giggles some fish noises.
>He waddles over to a small locker nearby and yanks out a suit of metal armor couple with a glass plated helmet.
>Another thunder roll has a giant metal boot stomping nearby.
>"He-hey man! Wait, what happened to you?"
>Getting yourself to your feet, you grasp your staff and pull off some of the clothes clinging to your matted fur.
"Not important."
>A huge circular building with a dish-like bowl attached to the top catches your eye.
"Where are we?"
>"Well this this Braxis Holdout! Word on the street is that it's been havin' some issues lately. You'll love it."
>After glancing around the industrial courtyard, you surmise that there aren't any flowers.
"I doubt that."
>"Oh comon now Li Li, if Tychus likes it, ah reckon you can too."
>Speaking of who, the blue tank himself waltzes up, shrugging off some portal sparkles.
"Not like hanging out with you guys suck or anything, it's just that I have things to do."
>Tychus lights a cigar and slaps a minigun into his hands from a close weapon rack.
>"Sounds like you're talkin' outta your ass to me, yeh little hairball."
"Oh yeah? What does your universe look like? Seems pretty dead to me."