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| We Who Are About to Rock; [Lesson 0 | OFFICIAL PLOT EVENT] | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 20 2017, 10:28 PM (2,223 Views) | |
| Capricorn | Apr 4 2017, 08:15 PM Post #21 |
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Hatchling
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Word Count: 521 Misuto seemed pleased with Ballard's reaction, and for a moment she glanced back at where the spirits had been, tilting her head as if considering something that was not readily apparent. She glanced at her rider for a moment, who was still leaning against the wall on her phone. An almost mischievous look seemed to cross her face, and suddenly a breeze seemed to pick up, blowing Anviel's hair into her face. Misuto's powers may not yet have been as strong as they once were, but a little breeze was easy enough. The elf looked up with surprise, and Misuto beckoned her over. My dear Anviel, don't be afraid to make conversation, she said playfully. Come on over. Sheepishly, Anviel took a few steps over and leaned against Misuto's shoulder- the dragon was not particularly large yet, but still a decent enough size. Misuto shifted a bit to wrap her wing around the elf more comfortably, then looked back to Ballard, offering an apologetic nod. "Ah, yes. They were so kind as to lend their assistance," she noted. "Spirits are all around, but they are often more... curious, I suppose, around the hatching. And other events of great importance." Her own questions? Ah, now that gave her pause. "You speak the truth, there is much I'd like to know," she said, straightening herself with a gentle swish of her head, tapping her talons lightly on the floor. "Not all that you might be able to answer, mind you. Especially if you are out of touch with the present, as you admit, as I am." Thoughtfully, she gave her rider a gentle tap with her muzzle, pondering for a moment. Perhaps Ballard might appreciate a more modern perspective on the world as it was. Or... No, she would still speak just with Ballard for now, unless Anviel wanted to jump in. Ah, yes, now there was an idea. Misuto's expression visibly changed from one of thoughtfulness to satisfaction, and she glanced back at Ballard. "My last memories of a life on this world are from a time that, from what I can tell, has mostly faded into legend, the truth and the facts mostly forgotten," she noted. "Much has passed since I have last been mortal, long has it been since I have existed with a flesh and blood body. My memories, while useful, do little to teach me of the world today, except for a small amount of the hows and the whys and other questions that have long been lost to history." She purposely did not give much detail, but it didn't seem like she was trying to hide anything either. She would not, in fact, have elaborated even if she was asked, but the main reason she did not give more information was simply because it would be too long, and quite frankly, wasn't very relevant. "So tell me, Ballard, I am curious. I do not wish to pry, but you mentioned to my rider that you've been a bit out of touch. What do you know of the world from the time in which you were in touch?" |
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| Heijale | Apr 9 2017, 03:29 PM Post #22 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Wyrmling Elissaveta of Water/Sound Serenade Tag: Aloran & Renezneth (Word Count: 331)[/align] Dancing. Vee wasn't the best dancer, to say the least. Truth be told, she was an awful dancer and did everything in her power to not dance. So when the topic came up, she felt bad about it, but she knew she had to refuse the offer. For the sake of both of their dignities, if nothing else. "You may not step on any toes, but I'm afraid I will. I am far from a good dancer, if I'm to be completely honest," she admitted, keeping her gaze away from her friend. It wasn't so much that she was ashamed of her lack of dancing talent, but moreso that if she didn't meet his gaze, it was a lot easier to fight any attempt at talking her into learning. Serenade, however, had cocked her head at her bonded and the elf could feel the little bit of amused prodding. She decided to ignore it, as persistant as the dragon was. To her credit, the water/sound let the topic go when her rider ignored her for long enough. No doubt there would be discussions on the topic later, but not in front of Aloran and Renezneth, and for that, Vee was thankful. Upon entering the room, the first thing Vee put her mind to was finding something to eat and drink. It wasn't that she had starved herself, but rather had managed to save just a little bit of room intentionally. Serenade had (gracefully, of course) stuffed herself, but when she caught wind of what Vee had in mind, she was all for the decision. Sure, she had just eaten, but as anyone with half a brain knew, a growing dragon was always hungry. "I'm thinking a snack is of the utmost importance," she told the centaur as she made her way towards the awaiting food. "Are you hungry? If you'd like to mingle or check on your friends from home, I'd be happy to grab something for you and Renezneth." |
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| Isra | May 1 2017, 04:29 PM Post #23 |
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Marcus and Panzerfaust; tag Atomeron, Reid/Amatex (both briefly), Teagan/War, Selena/Taika (788 words) "Take the cane, Marcus." "I don't need the--" "Marcus." "I'm serious, I'll be--" "Marcus Cenric Tyr." He stopped mid-protest to look at the humanoid raptor glaring at him from across the room. Panzer showed little expression on her features but he sensed her displeasure and frustration at his obstinance on this matter. She was probably right, he knew that, and she knew that he knew that, which did not help matters any. If it were any other wyrmling in his position he'd be insisting they take the damn cane with them because getting your leg torn off and then having a prosthetic put on immediately after with no anesthesia was no laughing matter. He remembered well how long it had taken him to adjust to his arm (the first time, anyway; it was marginally easier this time around because he was used to that at least but these new limbs were far more advanced than what the Aesullan military had provided him) and all the dangers that came with trying to go too far, too fast. Nerve endings were not meant to be conjoined with circuitry, and it took time for them to adjust. "You will take the cane or I will disable all function in your leg and carry you everywhere," Panzer told him in a tone that brooked no argument, one taloned toe tapping irritably against the floor. "We both know that you should be in a wheelchair and not hobbling around at all, but we both also know that you're a stubborn idiot who will do something to get himself hurt if you're cooped up in a chair. Take the cane." "Oh come on, now, don't you--oof!" Without warning the cane was shoved into his lap by an overly helpful Agrius, and oh, he was in trouble now. The tragendire looked at him with steely, resolute eyes, and if Panzer's threats weren't enough then his certainly were going to be. "I see how it is. Teaming up on me now, are you?" "You were eaten by a dragon, tossed around like a ragdoll by shadow tendrils, and you had an arm and a leg torn off," Agrius stated bluntly, giving the cane a nudge to keep it from falling in the floor. "I will not fail you again by allowing you to foolishly put yourself in peril." "Hey." Marcus reached out, the sharp metal of Agrius's mane melting into soft fur the minute his fingers touched it. He ruffled the tragendire's fur, taking the giant head between his hands to look the beast in the eye. "You did not fail me, you hear? You couldn't control any of that. Don't blame yourself." "So you'll take it, then?" "Alright, alright, fine." Marcus took hold of the cane, a length of metal that was far lighter and stronger than it looked. Panzer had made it for him, smooth and simple and almost black except for when it caught the light properly. Then it flared with shimmers of dark purple and blue, much in the same way his cybernetic limbs did since she replaced the paint job War had given him previously. Marcus hadn't minded matching Chyropter, felt it was a somehow fitting way to thank the bat dragon for saving his life, but Panzer wasn't having it. She was a bit possessive, his dragon. His dragon. Didn't have much room to talk, did he? Marcus rose to his feet, gingerly putting weight on his new leg. He'd dressed as soon as he heard the commotion over the speakers; if any of the new wyrmlings were ready for a well deserved party, it was him. He was looking forward to being able to relax and have a drink for once. The first step was slow, careful, but his leg held and the cane helped give him a little extra support. Still irked by the necessity of it, Marcus hobbled out of his room and into the shared bunker that he and the other Inferno dragons called home, Panzer and Agrius at his side. "Hey, Reid! Atomeron! You guys coming to the party?" Marcus called to his roommates, but he didn't bother to stick around and wait for an answer. He quickened his pace and stepped out into the hall, making a beeline for the room that Teagan and Selena shared. They hadn't had much of a chance to talk since the hatching, and at the very least he needed to thank War for his handiwork. Taking up his cane, Marcus used it to rap sharply on the door. "Not thinking of skipping out on free drinks, are you Teagan?" he said loudly. "Hey, if you are--can I come in a sec? I want to talk for a minute." |
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| Isra | Jun 14 2017, 07:14 PM Post #24 |
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Zemal and Talixarra; tag Maksim and Bolero Word count: 514 He wasn't used to having to worry about what to wear. It was a new concern; a Prince has to look his best at all times, especially during events such as this one, with the eyes of the world on him. Old Zemal--Desneth, rather--had preferred clothes that were functional over formal, was the jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. Maksim was the well-dressed one, the posh one. Zemal's complete lack of knowledge about fashion was often a point of playful contention between the two of them. One would think that, after his recent elevation in status, he might have put some effort into rectifying the situation. They would be wrong. "They both look nice," Talixarra offered helpfully from her couch where she sat preening the feathers of one wing. Truthfully, she hadn't much of a head for human fashion either, but the two outfits Zemal was pondering were both rather lovely in her opinion. She thought it was less a matter of lacking fashion sense and more that perhaps her rider was growing tired of being decked out in Lomiran colors at all times. As the Prince, he felt it was expected of him to maintain the royal image to some degree, but gods was he getting bored of wearing white and gold all the time. Maksim's intrusion, then, was a most welcome one. Zemal's shoulders slumped in relief as he turned to face the door and beckoned his friend inside. "At present, it seems I'm going like this," he answered drolly, gesturing briefly down his torso. The Prince was fresh from a shower and still wearing nothing but a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, and it did not cross his mind that this might be an issue for either of them. Zemal held up the two outfits he was considering; one the classical white and gold of Lomira, the other black with silver and a few crimson accents. "Help. I wear Lomiran colors so much that I'm beginning to get sick of them, but I think the other one might be a bit too... ominous? I'm not sure. You've always been better at this sort of thing than I have." Zemal strolled over to his bed and draped both options across it before returning to his closet and flinging it open again. "I have entirely too many clothes," he bemoaned, stepping back to gesture toward what he considered an overfull closet. Again, he'd never lacked for clean, decent clothing, but now it seemed as if he had an outfit for the most diminutive of occasions, and many of them were white and gold. "I would have liked to have something that matches Talixarra's scales, but there was nothing to be done on such short notice. Not with how she changes colors so." He practically beamed at his dragon, still surprised by the strength of their bond and how easy it seemed he was able to acclimate to it. "But by all means, if you see something better in all this mess--" He gestured to the closet again. "--please, do let me know." |
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| Silver | Jun 18 2017, 05:07 PM Post #25 |
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Zemal, Mesi and Bolero to Zemal and Talixarra Word Count: 509 He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw Zemal's state of undress. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen Zemal in just a towel. They had been friends growing up, after all. But this was different. Zemal hadn't been nearly as romantically inclined as a youth, and he couldn't remember Zemal being so muscular. Or stubbly. Or so damned attractive that he tongue-tied himself trying to think of something to say. Damnit, but it was nearly unfair. When he'd get to be so... so.... Mouth-wateringly sexy? Bolero helpfully and privately added, and Maksim grinned to himself. Mm, yeah. Wait. No! Don't fuss. You can't hide it from me, you know. I can feel it. Besides, someone would have to be blind not to agree. I'm sure you're not the first person to pant over a prince. Bolero continued to tease, and Maksim clenched his hands reflexively. I'm not panting. It's fine. I was just surprised. I thought he'd at least be dressed. Now stop. You're distracting me. He promptly tuned her out and turned to the problem at hand. Dressing Zemal seemed like a waste, but he wasn't about to offer that opinion. Instead, focusing on the clothes his roommate picked out was a good distraction. Maksim liked to think he had an eye for fashion, but neither of Zemal's chosen outfits really stuck out to him. Sure, they were fancy enough, but they were also boring. Predictable. He pulled his mouth slightly to one side and then investigated the prince's closet. "When was the last time you did any shopping for formal clothes?" Maksim asked after plucking a few likely looking things out, only to be disappointed once he saw them on the hanger. "Everything here is so casual. Put the white away," He added. "You're going to be forced to dress in Lomiran colors all the time soon enough. We need to get you some color. Don't you have anything that isn't some shade of black or white?" He complained, finger tapping against his bottom lip. "Okay," He decided aloud after a moment. "Here's what we're going to do." He Plucked a few things from Zemal's closet, and then untied his own ruby sash from around his waist. His robe fell open to reveal the slip he was wearing beneath, but that didn't seem to bother him. He threw a ruby red colored tunic down on the bed beside the black and silver robe, and dropped the ornamental red sash on top. He tugged the plain black sash from Zemal's robe, and quickly wrapped it around himself, cinching it tight as he preferred. "Try that instead," He suggested. "Use the red tunic as your slip, and put the black robe on over. Let the neckline open so you get a bit of color at the top, and then double tie your sash so it's wide over your waist. Break up some of the black and silver with the red. And then after this week, remind me to take you shopping. Your wardrobe is pathetic." |
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| Isra | Jun 22 2017, 07:40 PM Post #26 |
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Zemal; tag Maksim Word count: 501 Shit. He should have at least put a robe on. It was easy to forget everything that happened that day on the obstacle course when that strange Seraph had paid them a visit--or rather, it wasn't easy to forget, but Zemal tried not to dwell on it overmuch. They hadn't really spoken of it since the event itself; Maksim was either content to let it be as it was or didn't remember that it had happened, and for his part, Zemal wasn't inclined to broach the subject just yet. It wasn't that Maksim's feelings for him bothered him, because they certainly did not. Zemal just wasn't sure how he felt, and as such was content to stew so that he might figure it out. "Probably the last time you dragged me out shopping, Maks," the Prince answered with a crooked grin. He'd never been keen on fashion, and discovering he was royalty hadn't changed that any. Zemal certainly did not lack for new attire, and should he need an outfit for a special occasion there were tailors aplenty to take his measure and whip something up post-haste. Usually, at any rate. Therefor, shopping was still an event he partook of rarely, if at all. He certainly hadn't the same sort of taste for it that Maksim did. "Black and white works for nearly every occasion. It's easy, and you know me. I've never paid an abundance of attention to what I wear at any given time." Zemal stood back and watched as his friend went to work, perusing the selection available in his closet to try and piece something together that suited his tastes. He wasn't too surprised when Maksim went for a robe; he favored them heavily, whereas Zemal had always been more a pants-and-tunic kind of guy. Also unsurprising was his penchant for going with something red, the only real surprise the fact that he didn't try to pair it with some shade of gold. "Are you sure?" he asked a touch dubiously, approaching the bed to pick up the tunic and finger the fine fabric thoughtfully. With a shrug he pulled it over his head, smoothing it down before he picked up the robe and sliding it on. Only then did he depart briefly, his back turned to Maksim as he fished a pair of boxer-briefs from his dresser and shed the towel before stepping into them. The tunic was long enough to cover them, mostly, but he still felt... well, somewhat exposed even after pulling the robe shut and beginning to adjust it. "How in the Celestial's name do you fold these things properly?" he groused, trying to layer the fabric so that it didn't slip once the belt was tied. "And shouldn't I put on some pants? I feel like one little misstep and I'll--" Zemal poked a leg out of the robe and wiggled his toes. "I think that's more of their Prince than most people want to see, especially when they're trying to eat." |
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| Silver | Jun 23 2017, 01:37 PM Post #27 |
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Illidaddy
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Maksim and Bolero to Zemal and Talixarra Word Count: 530 He clucked his tongue. Of course, not many people took shopping as seriously as he did. It wasn't as if he was obsessed or anything, he just liked to look his best. Wearing nice things was the first step to confidence, in his opinion, and while Zemal wasn't exactly lacking in that department, it couldn't hurt. He watched silently as his friend dressed, and did his best not to analyze every little movement. Was he making him awkward? Was there a reason Zemal didn't want to be around Maksim when he was changing? Of course, Zemal had always been a bit more of a private person than Maksim, but still.... "Black and white is easy, which means everyone wears it. I mean, it's fine if that's what you want," He relented. "But you'll be boring. I need to teach you about complimentary colors," He muttered mostly to himself as he lightly picked at his nails. "And contrast. I bet I could have you dressing yourself just fine after a lesson or two. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what looks good together." He broke off when he realized Zemal had returned, robe closed. His friend fumbled with the sash, and Maksim smirked as the prince requested his help. "Yeah, sure." He feigned a heavy sigh as he approached and hooked his thumbs beneath the sash. "Watch me, alright?" He paused when he rested his hands on his friend's waist. This was about the closest they'd been since that event, and it wasn't exactly a normal place to touch someone else, was it? He could feel a touch of warmth rushing his cheeks, and he cleared his throat softly. Well. Zemal did ask. It wasn't as if he'd forced this on anyone. "Okay." Deep breath. "Pay attention. You fold it once over like this--" He demonstrated, "And then you do one wrap, you bend it and fold it under here-- Or, that's what I do, it looks neater-- And start your second layer. Should be taught around your stomach, but you should be able to breathe." He wraps it correctly, and tugs a bit of the sash loose in front to tie it off with what appeared to be a decorative knot. "I tie it off like this, instead of just-- You know. The usual. Looks like a braid, and it's easy. There." He stepped back to admire his work with a grin. "Perfect," He hummed. "Got any leggings?" He returned to the closet both to get a grip on himself and to search. Dragons above, but Zemal was warm. "I usually pair leggings with tall boots." He glanced back at his friend. "You've got the calves to pull it off. But I bet you don't have any, do you?" In his experience, Zemal had never really liked anything beyond a simple pair of trousers and a tunic. That was fine for day-to-day wear, but formal dress was meant to make you step out of your comfort zone. "I don't have any I can lend you," He added. "I don't think your ass would fit into any of mine, and I don't need them all split at the seams." |
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| Isra | Sep 10 2017, 10:21 PM Post #28 |
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Zemal and Talixarra; tag Maksim and Bolero (Word count: 793) Doing as he was bade, Zemal watched as Maksim's nimble fingers made short work of the fickle belt around his waist--though in truth he kept looking up at Maksim's face. His friend was blushing and Zemal wasn't sure why. Did he think he was being treated as a servant? Was he upset? Or was it something else? The Prince pondered these things more than he cared to admit, but dismissed most of them. If Maksim was upset he was sure his friend would tell him about it in as scathing a manner as possible. Unfortunately, that meant that the next most likely reason was that damnable obstacle course and the dwarf Seraph with their arrows. Why did everything have to be so blood complicated? He missed the simple life. "You know, they do have this amazing new technology for belts out now," Zemal teased in an effort to hopefully lighten both of their moods. He wasn't at all sure that, even with Maksim's lesson, he'd be able to tie a sash like that on his own if asked to do so. "They're called buckles." Zemal deftly moved out of the way before Maksim was able to get a swing off, grinning while he perused the contents of his closet once more. Leggings, leggings... he somehow doubted he owned leggings, but he made the effort if only to mollify the other elf. "I have pants," the Prince offered. "A fine assortment of trousers, really, but I don't seem to have any tights--ow!--" Zemal wasn't fast enough to avoid the slap Maksim swatted his shoulder with. It didn't really hurt but he made a point of rubbing the offended area gingerly, the effect entirely undone by the fact that he was smiling. "Leggings," he corrected. "I don't have any leggings. What would you in all of your infinite fashion sense suggest?" Trousers were the order of the day, a pair of fine black ones that tucked neatly down into the boots Maksim insisted he wear, and then the other elf deftly pulled back his hair into a fishtail braid. All in all it seemed a fine ensemble, but when Zemal approached the body-length mirror he stopped. The color drained from his features a little and he looked stricken, or as if he'd seen a ghost. The resemblance was there. It had always been there, in the most subtle of ways, but sometimes it jumped out at Zemal just how much he looked like Vicarous. They weren't brothers, that was clear, but there was no denying that they were related by blood and being dressed up in what he now remembered to be Nondiran colors (Nondir's new colors since Vicarous took over, at least) only made the resemblance that much more obvious. "I'm going to have to--" he began tersely, but then there was a knock on the door and someone came inside. They stopped when they saw him and Zemal couldn't help but wonder if the expression on their face had anything to do with them sharing the same concerns he himself had. "Can I help you"? he asked, as evenly as he was able. "Your Grace," they said after a brief pause, sounding harried and a bit out of breath. "I don't mean to intrude but you're late and they don't want to start the ceremony without you." Damn. Zemal fought back a grimace of distaste. There was no time left to change because the last thing he wanted was everyone left waiting on him because of a wardrobe malfunction. He was a wyrmling now, certainly they didn't need to keep standing on... except he was still a Prince and he'd bonded to a sub-Titan. Of course they were going to keep standing on ceremony for him. "We'll be there momentarily," Zemal answered, and the messenger left with a nod. The Prince sighed, glanced at himself in the mirror one last time, and then flashed Maksim a smile that he hoped did not look as forced as it felt. "I suppose we ought to go, hm?" he suggested. "Don't want to keep everyone waiting on me." It was a thankfully short journey back to the hatching grounds, and they heard the party before they ever arrived. Zemal tried not to let his discomfort show when he stepped through the doors, tried to ignore the way that people looked at him. Surely he was just being overly sensitive about the matter; he was a Prince, people stared, but that didn't mean they thought he meant the worst by dressing in enemy colors. Still, he looked around to see where the dignitaries had been seated. At the very least he ought to reassure Alistiana that he wasn't about to follow Vicarous in his line of work. |
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| Jackins | Sep 12 2017, 07:53 AM Post #29 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Teagan/Warmestrange; strange wake up and greeting Marcus & Co. Word Count: 1029 Exhaustion followed in the wake of the hatching; physical, emotional, and existential. From before their arrival and all the way up through the hatching, Teagan had worried herself sick over whether or not Rurik would bond. Never once did she truly consider the flight of fancy that was her own candidacy. To Teagan, there was not a dragon in the world that would choose someone with her nature. To add insult to injury, her experience in the touching had cost her an arm. That had only served to solidify the point that she was unworthy of being upon the sands. She barely remembered the repairs made to her arm and a counter to such demoralizing thoughts had not really been broached. Now Teagan was left lying in bed trying to sleep despite the softly glowing sunstone that flickered on her chest. The class materials that had been provided were extensive and already she dreaded trying to read through them without someone's help. Certainly, she could ask her bonded, or Idazon, perhaps even Marcus; but that was beside the point. There was more to her anxiety than just lessons over an immensely complicated element. Warmestrange insisted that they had always been together and the implications of that, well, she had not yet found the fortitude to ask. As the commotion sounded within the hallway, her thoughts drifted back towards the dragon. It seemed that they had somewhere they needed to go. It was only then that she noticed the muffled sound of tools, fabrication, and faint music. "War?" "He has been in the shower all morning." Oreius offered. "I have not been able to sneak in." the tragendire was less than thrilled with the notion. He couldn't watch, and that meant he couldn't unnerve others, not that he had any success with War as of yet. "You shouldn't be trying. It's very rude." Teagan insisted, though she still stroked Oreius' head, to which the tragendire gave a delighted sigh. Despite the trouble the bear-like creature had caused for her already, she couldn't stay mad; spying on people in the bathroom was certainly a lesser crime than some of the trouble he had caused. With a sudden clamor, the sounds of machine work and and heavy hammering came to a stop as Teagan approached the bathroom. Whatever War had been doing, it seemed that he had finished. There was mostly silence, aside from bits of sweeping and the shifting of trash, all of which was replaced by running water in short order. "War, are you in there?" Teagan hadn't expected the door to open as she knocked on it, but it slid away with a mechanical hiss as a cloud of bubbles and the sweet notes of a old classic car wash music came rolling through. There in the shower stall was War, rocking and rolling to himself in the wash bay. All of the hammering and machining she had heard earlier finally had an explanation; the technology dragon was not content with just multiple showerheads, he needed rollers, a three stage soaping system, rust inhibitors...tire shine...the works. "Good morning, Teagan!" War cast her a glance before disappearing under a sudden wall of pink, blue, and yellow soap. The rollers went to work in short order along with hot sprays of water. "Is something the matter?" "Oh no." It wasn't a lie, not really. But the look of surprise on Teagan's face was plain as day. War's industriousness wasn't a surprise. He had crafted her a new arm before even hatching. Still, the change was much to take in and it was plain to see. "I prefer a spot free shine." War explained. "But don't worry, I didn't take anything that would be missed." the red war machine assured her before a curtain of water doused his form. If his assurance that his potential theft and fabrication wouldn't cause anyone distress was supposed to assuage Teagan's utter befuddlement, it did not. It was time to change the subject, War considered, and did precisely that. "We have a celebration to go to if that commotion from earlier was any indication. You should get ready unless you meant to go looking like you just rolled out of bed." War was nothing if not insistent. With no room to broach an argument, Teagan paused in the doorway before slipping away herself. It wouldn't take more than wet washcloth and a hair tie to tidy up. It was just a party after all, not a grand celebration. She left to get ready, doing the absolute minimum necessary to keep herself presentable before once again, Oreius drew her attention. The Tragendire was there, sniffing at the door. "Marcus is here." came the bearlike creature's response only moments before Marcus' own announcement. "Not thinking of skipping out on free drinks, are you Teagan? "Hey, if you are--can I come in a sec? I want to talk for a minute." Teagan finished pulling on her t-shirt before fetching the door as she took in the assembled trio just behind the threshold. "Panzer, Agrius." She nodded to both before stepping aside so that everyone could enter. "I see you got some new paint done, Marcus. Looks good." Biased or not, Teagan couldn't help but prefer the metallic brown and pinstriped look the limbs had sported before Panzer arrived. Warmestrange did excellent work; but she couldn't fault his sister for choosing something more possessive. "I'm not sure if Selena and Taika are up yet," how they could sleep between the speakers and Warmestrange's spontaneous bathroom remodel, Teagan wasn't sure. "usually there's a good deal of food lying about if they are awake." She hadn't thought to check the fridge yet and did so absently before closing the door behind her. "War is in the uh...car wash." She gestured to the opposite side of the room. As if summoned, Warmestrange sauntered out in a cloud of steam and flipped his visor up as he viewed their guests. "Ah, Marcus. How are your limbs holding up?" He gave Panzer a gentle nod of his head before returning to make sure he was appropriately presentable. |
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| Silver | Sep 13 2017, 08:07 PM Post #30 |
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Maksim to Zemal Word Count: 610 Oh. Oh, shit. He’d made a mistake, hadn’t he? Honestly, sigil colors hadn’t exactly been the first thing on his mind when he’d been choosing Zemal’s outfit. And, to his credit, his friend did look amazing. He actually looked presentable now, and while that was true, it didn’t really excuse the fact that he looked like a Nondirian fanatic. Nondir’s reputation coupled with Zemal’s troubled past with the prince only made this more awkward, and Maksim chewed unhappily at a thumbnail as he guiltily realized his mistake. Had he been too bossy? He’d only wanted to help, but this was a mistake of a different kind. Colossal, even. Fuck, what was he going to do? “Alright,” He spoke out, only a little frantic. “Alright, hold on. Just go away,” He snapped at the dignitary. “He’ll be out when he’ll be out.” He’d never thought that he’d be acting the part of Zemal’s agent, but that’s what it felt like. The tables had really turned, hadn’t they? “Don’t panic,” He added once they were left alone again. It was immediately evident to Maksim that he was the only one outwardly panicking, but he’d always been the sort to live by ‘do what I say and not what I do’. “We can fix this. Here--” He buried himself in the wardrobe again, desperate to make some changes. He didn’t ask before he tugged Zemal’s sash off, and replaced it instead with a more traditional Lomiran white. It didn’t really fix the problem, to be honest, but at least it wouldn’t look so bad. He hoped. “I’m sorry,” He groaned softly as they walked. “I forgot. I wasn’t even thinking--” He huffed a sharp breath through his nose. He’d been too eager to get his way, and hadn’t even thought about what Zemal thought about the outfit in the process. In all fairness, Zemal hadn’t stopped him. Maybe the prince hadn’t really thought about the way the outfit looked until just now, either. THat made him feel slightly better, but it still didn’t fix the problem at hand. “You’re going to get all sorts of attention,” He attempted to make conversation as they walked. “It’s just like you, to go and bond to some sort of goddess.” He didn’t really understand all of the celestial and titan business, but he was sure he was going to learn. They were all going to learn. Dragons were changing, weren’t they? Even his own Bolero was some sort of reincarnation. Damn, but that made him feel small. Dragons were already impressive on their own, but knowing they already had a life’s worth of knowledge… That was intimidating. “Look,” He added as he stopped short of the entrance. “If he bothers you--” And they didn’t have to discuss who he was. They both knew. “Just let me know. I know you can handle yourself,” He added, “But it won’t look good for a prince to throw punches. No one cares if I do it.” He was all talk, of course. Even Maksim knew that you didn’t just take a swing at Vicarous and live to tell the tale. But Zemal had to know that he had Maksim’s support no matter what, and this was the only way he knew how to express. “No one’s going to let him fuck with you. Everyone’s on your side now, you know? You went and got all important.” He bit his bottom lip and adjusted the shoulders on Zemal’s robe. “You look just about as good as you’re going to get. Go on in and get ready for the cameras, I guess. Blame the wardrobe on me. I’ll consider myself fired.” |
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| Rayeness | Sep 17 2017, 06:48 AM Post #31 |
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Selena and Taika, making an entrance and serving up good food. Word Count: 554 Selena hadn’t slept through the noise as people figured. She got up and grumbled a bit to herself as she went through the slow process of getting ready. She would glare at people as she left that would be her plan of attack, after all every one of Teagans bonded mates seemed to forget they had to share their room. The creepy dog eater was a menace and should be caged and now they were making construction noises! She had to take a minute or two to calm down and relax before departing her room. She wasn’t really angry at them, she was just grumpy that she had been woken up from a nice dream, that was all. “Perhaps I should make breakfast?” Taika offered as she stirred from her own sleep, food being the first thing on her mind of course. Selena shook her head “Apparently there is a party or something so I think there will be plenty of food available there.” She said with a shrug. Taika nodded “Probably party trash...I’ll make food regardless.” She said and began to make food appear from nowhere to cook it up and prepare it properly. It of course didn’t take her long and by the time Selena was actually dressed for the day her food was ready. She accepted the pulled pork and eggs sandwich and nodded “Thank you, Taika.” She said as the dragon grinned “Of course!” The dragon was nothing but proud of her accomplishments. Selena exited her room right as people were talking about her “I’m here.” She said and then took a bite of her food “What was with all the commotion anyway? Woke me up from a pretty sweet dream.” She explained as Taika let out a gasp “Guests and no BBQ prepared?” She huffed to herself “You should call in advance, Marcus.” She pointed a finger at him accusingly before she went about preparing food for everyone involved. BBQ for breakfast was not a common thing, but adding eggs and bacon to just about anything made it breakfast food. The cooking storm had come to the small dorm and nothing would be the same afterwards. Taika whipped up corn bread muffins, bbq scrambler burritos, toast that had been lightly grilled with herb cheese and butter, she also made lemonade and to top it all off! There was a large bowl of pulled pork, which she knew was one of Teagans favorites. After it was all said and done Selena nodded “See, look what you did.” She said jokingly to her roommate and Marcus. Taika laughed “Please like this is even substantial for me!” She grinned and handed everyone a plate, even the dragons...Taika would feed everyone today it seemed. “Now eat up! You can’t drink on an empty stomach and you need to be full to have the energy to dance at the party!” She said as Selena finished her own food and nodded to Taika “We should head out too.” She said as Taika sighed “Are you sure I shouldn’t cook for the party?” She asked as Selena shrugged “I mean, you can but do it while we are there...I’m sure people would love it.” She said with a nod. Selena turned to Marcus and Teagan “You two love birds going together?” She teased. |
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| Silverfeather | Sep 19 2017, 03:56 PM Post #32 |
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Rurik and Skad and a party? Tag Twig Bonding certainly had been an adventure, that much Rurik would admit. But the small air child that had claimed him as his was well worth the fright and trip all the way from Hom--Nondir. He might have been born there, but home hadn’t been there. Home was where-ever his sister was and now, where-ever Skadesas was. He had been given a room assignment and was slightly disappointed that he had not been roomed with his sister. Having known hardly anyone but his sister, it felt odd, but his roommates looked to be the pleasant lot. The room itself was far larger than anything Rurik could ever remember and even the bed was larger and softer. He had finally soothed himself into a ball, curled up next to his air--his!--when he woke with a start. Something...over the speakers squealed and he nearly pushed Skad out of the bed, before they both did in fact end up on the floor. Skadesas’s wings flared before the sound was gone and then music replaced it. What in all get out was that for? “Ah! What in all heavens!” Skad replied from the floor, as he rolled to his feet, fluffing himself out before making sure every feather was in it’s correct spot. “I I don’t know. They did say something like a party was happening soon.” “Well, they didn’t have to announce it so rudely.” Skad grinned.”But we should get you dressed for it! There’ll probably be food.” Rurik shuffled, still a bit in amazement that he had been chosen. “I don’t know.” He began, as he made his bed. Sure, he probably didn’t have to, but with such a luxury, he felt like it would be a good start to keep a habit. “I don’t know very many people, and it just seems like a lot.” “This is your chance to get to know more people. Make friends. Meet your new peermates. Though If you are worried about your sister, I’m sure she will also be there.” Skad nodded, finding some casual clothes and laying them on the bed for him. “A-are you sure?” There was so much this boy had to learn, had to get accustomed too, and Skad was more than willing to lead him right. “Positive. There is no way she’d miss the ear-killing feedback that apparently someone decided to throw over our speakers.” He nodded, as they left the bedroom and into the kitchen. The boy still couldn’t get used to having food at hand, and being available for them. Living for scraps, he had to make sure that he didn’t gorge himself and still found himself rationing portions as if he didn’t know where his next meal came from. It worried Skad, but he understood that Rurik’s life was perhaps not the best before meeting him. Not all had been born in a stable home, but Skad would make sure that his life was better. “There will be food too, I hear. HEY. I have an idea!” He grinned. “Yeah?” “How about we try to be sneaky into the party! Maybe test out my camouflage! What say you?” “Um, we could.” So that was how he found himself slinking carefully along the wall with his air dragon trying to pretend to be his shadow. All his feathers had darkened to near black, and he tried. But even so, Rurik was only so large, and he got glances and chuckles from some before they made it to the auditorium. Rurik didn’t have the heart to say they’d probably already been spotted at least twice, he was just ecstatic. “Look! We didn’t miss the party after all! Looks like everyone is still getting here! Good.” He fluffed up again, making sure his feathers were back to their normal golden colors before moving Rurik along. Rurik followed, looking out of place, but he was searching for his sister while Skadesas checked the place out and even wiggled to the beat. They needed a friend, Skad thought, someone that would help bring Rurik out of his anxious shell. He found a hatch mate twig and nudged rurik. “Look! There’s someone we can go talk to while we wait for your sister and her bonded to show.!” Rurik paused, following his bondeds line of sight. A small forest dragon, that had hatched and hadn’t chosen anyone. Whether because he wanted to or because they weren’t here, Rurik didn’t know and was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that not all dragons found a rider when they hatched. But Skad didn’t seem to feel like that information was important as the moved, and after a forlourn look to the door--his sister was not here, and he wondered if he should go back to knock--finally moved to follow his dragon. There was so much he was going to have to try and learn, because the books he had been given for school looked so intimidating. Skad hadn’t been worried. He skipped almost over to the small forest and stopped and looked at the small forest. “Greetings Twig! How are you? This is my bonded, Rurik. WE didn’t expect to get here so soon, but it looks like the party’s just starting.” He piped up, a grin on his face. Rurik for his part followed and then smiled at the dragon that resembled a...twig. “Greetings, uh, Twig.” He replied, smiling at the smaller dragon. He shifted, looking around, though the food tempted him, the smell caressed him and he wondered if they could meander that way. But he didn’t want to appear rude to this dragon, so he waited for an invitation or something from the other. Skad sat patiently, his long feathered tail curling around his ankles absentmindedly. Rurik couldn’t help but let his hand brush the soft feathers which earned a soft trill from the bird. “So, uh, You liking the party so far? I mean, I know it just started and well.” He fell silent again, feeling like a fool for saying something but what was he supposed to say? He felt like a fish out of water and his fingers found an odd pit of tech to tinker with to help sooth his nerves. Word: 1049 |
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| Senaru | Sep 19 2017, 10:37 PM Post #33 |
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Ahmduer & Toketsu To Nox/Baristra From the time that the loud screeching backfire of improperly connected audio cables had sounded through the entire hatching complex, the young Centaur and his canine Dragon had been more than a little awake. Due to the loud startling noise, it had taken Ahm a little while to calm down with the help of Toki, who did his best, and was using his great sense of hearing to keep a close watch on the Centaur's heart rate, among other things. Toki whined a little when Ahm commented that his chest was hurting, likely because his major surgery had taken place less than two weeks prior. The loyal Dragon whiffled his Rider and turned to get the boy's medicine container which also had some granola and fruit bars, as well as a meaty protein bar (Essentially soft jerky) on the tray, since he couldn't take most of his medication on an empty stomach. Wordless thanks passed from the Centaur to dragon as he took the tray and stayed in bed, leaning back on the large pillows that supported his upper body mostly. When Toki heard his broodsibling call, though, he hopped up from the foot of the bed and landed with a thud, padding quickly to the door which, as he put a paw on the panel, opened for him. “We are indeed awake, but I do not feel Ahm is up to partying just yet, he was told to relax and settle so that he can heal. He's technically supposed to still be in the hospital but he's stubborn. Perhaps if he is feeling better later we will join you there?” the soft spoken dragon said, glancing back at Ahm before looking at Baristra again. “I know if he were in better health he would be leaping to join you, please forgive him. He's told me so much about your rider, so I know there are no ill feelings. I believe he was just worried about telling Nox how sick he was, because he didn't want to be treated so fragile like back home...” The Ice admitted. He cocked his head to the side, waving a wing to them. “Go and have fun in our stead, make memories you can come back and share with Ahm later. I'm sure he'd enjoy that.” Toki said, bowing lightly to the forest-culinary dragon and turned back to the room, after bidding her and her rider fare well. Ahm looked a little upset that he couldn't go, but after how strained he was at the hatching, he knew it would be foolish to strain himself further. Vespa to Xensuneos Prior to all the noises and feedback going off, Vespa had been meticulously tending to her rather large honeycomb nest which she'd been making against the wall of her room. It took up most of the wall, in fact, and was entirely made of wax. Some sections of this she'd made into perches for her to rest on, some were sealed up cells of honey or a rich reddish looking royal jelly, and some were just large hollow spaces she could sit in. when Xensu called for her, though, her antennae lifted up and perked forward, her wings buzzing rapidly to cool off some newer section she was working on, so she didn't really get the chance to catch up with the other dragon right away, which seemed to trouble the bee for no readily obvious reasons. The loud noise from before she'd basically ignored, past it startling her. She was...very strange, even for a dragon, and spoke very little, but she did seem to listen quite a bit and understood even when others didn't think she did, so, when she realized the other had gone somewhere without her, and the sounds of beings out in the hall, she finished up what she was doing and zipped down the wall and out the room door into the common room, which she also left quite quickly. The odd dragon very likely put her feelers in the faces of most of the people she passed, even those who would probably have liked it better if she hadn't, but she didn't seem to know what personal space was and just greeted people with touch. Vespa spotted the red, blue and black dragon right away and buzzed her wings, hanging back until the fate dragon and its rider had left. Once they had, however, she waited no longer to practically launch herself over to the larger dragon and proceeded to lavish the other in face touches as she chittered like a mother bird scolding a branchling chick for getting too far from a nest. Odd, really, considering. She even went so far as to settle and organize the other's feathers where they looked puffed up before she flopped next to the Fire/Viral, still chittering a little under her breath before she slid a wax plate- where'd it even come from? Over to Xensu. On the plate was a heaping helping of pineapple-honey candies and some kind of pineapple tart. Apparently all was forgiven...Whatever the other had even done, which was still probably puzzling. Idazon & Revontulet To Teagan n friends (AKA Ida is a big dumbface) While most people would consider the party currently under way to be less than entirely formal, Idazon was already dressed in one of his best outfits, while being in humanoid form. His raven black hair was braided for the most part and had some of his favorite feathers tied in it, ones he'd brought from back home. Even his tail had been done up in braids and feathers with help from Rev, who, oddly enough, knew how to do wide braids that gave the look of cascading, while also being done up high enough that his tail didn't drag on the ground either, which typically it was wont to do. “Are you sure this level of formality is required at the party?” came the gentle voice of the vulpine creature behind him as she finished tying off the ends of the almost peacock fan of his tail she was weaving. She had applied a little of her own aurora and space magic to give his hair, mane and tail a bit of a wispy nature, dotted here and there with small glowing white points. Perhaps being a fox gave her a pinch of illusion, who knew? Currently she looked more or less like a regular colored, slightly long bodied fox with a long wisping tail, which curled with reds and waves of white near the tips, shades of red, oranges, autumn golds and black tinted it as well, making her look like a vision of dreams when one noticed the star-shine upon her fur. The dark furred humanoid Centaur chuckled lightly at her comment, “Of course I'm sure, the book I read illustrated what is done at these sorts of academic parties and dances. Besides, if it wasn't formal, why would the Titans and leaders be there?” The dragon seemed to shrug and hopped down to the ground when she finished working on his tail, her own misting around him still. “Well, either way, you look wonderful. Glad you went with the near black with fades to gold and red, it matches your element and my current colors,...” she said, perking her foxy ears forward to grin at him. She knew he'd totally opted for the red because she knew a certain someone also liked those colors. “We should get going, don't want to be late, after all.” Revontulet said as she daintily strode across the room with Ida following shortly after, pausing only to pick up something in a clear plastic, self cooled case, and then was off again, leaving the room and catching up to his dragon. It wasn't long before they'd made their way to the room where Teagan and War, as well as Selena and Taika lived. The Prince noticed the door was open and was about to knock anyway when he heard several voices inside, identifying those he'd expect to be there, but also the Wyrmling-Assistant turned Rider, Marcus. That on its own wasn't too unusual, given the odd coincidences recently and the fact that their dragons were siblings, and Idazon very nearly made his presence known when he heard Selena speak- “You two love birds going together?” He froze, his tail lightly flicking side to side as his brain mulled over this information. Of course she'd want to go with her own kind to an event like this! Perhaps he should have called ahead, confirmed plans... He'd paused near the door for several seconds before he rationalized that the two of them had more in common than Teagan did with himself. It was only natural, wasn't it, that they would grow closer? His mind was going a mile a minute and even Rev, who was trying to reach him mentally because he was staring off into space, couldn't get though his thought process. He wasn't sure what he felt, perhaps dejected. He wasn't mad, given that he could rationalize and put the situation into logic- and he was still not entirely accustomed to human culture, and thought perhaps he'd erred somewhere. He didn't even notice that he'd dropped the container in his hands and sort of wandered off in some kind of stupor towards the party- Not even leaping out of his skin like so many did when the feedback went off so bad. Rev, behind him, called after him to stop but all things considered, he wasn't hearing her, and she'd lost time already by stopping to catch the case, which she held with the long tendrils of aurora that made up her tail. “Ida, wait! I don't think they were being serious--!” She called, but he was too far by then. Shaking her head she sighed and stepped forward past the door entryway without going in and peeked into the room to spot the others. She doubted it was customary for the Dragon of a rider to give his love interest this darn thing but given her rider was being a dummy, it was better than her not getting it at all. “Idazon was going to give you this but he's run off and I need to go catch up to him, so I'll see you guys at the party!” she said briefly, using her long tail to deposit the container into Teagan's hands before running off swiftly to catch up with her idiot rider. The container in question held within it an exquisite flower, with other smaller flowers and leaves making up a tiny bouquet, namely, it was a corsage. The centerpiece flower, though, was eye-catching, a flower grown here in Aesulla. It was made up mostly of silver and its petals were shaped in such a way that they actually looked like a gear, its light coloration accented by bronze colored edges and yellow-red stamen. The other flowers in the bunch were darker reds and orange, which made the central flower stand out brilliantly against it. By the time Rev had actually found Ida, he had already managed to seat himself on a bench pretty close to one of the beverage fountains that had been set up. This one was a sort of wine cooler punch, which Ida probably didn't' even recognize as alcohol since it tasted basically like a fruit drink to him. So much for cooling his jets. As much as he'd held some composure on his walk over here, by the time he'd found a place to sit off to himself, he'd mulled things over a bit too much, and by then, he was practically crying but trying to hold it in so he didn't look more like a fool in front of the other riders and dignitaries present. “Maybe I said something she didn't like,...” he started, looking at Rev. “I suppose perhaps I could have come off as just a friend,...” He continued, before turning his attention to look at his glass. “Clearly I've done something,...I should have studied more about human courting practices, but most of those books are so vague...” Rev sighed and patted him on the shoulder, glancing off as straight faced as she could while he was blubbering things out. She was actually trying really hard not to laugh, and could only try to console the somewhat overreacting Centaur. “I think you're over thinking it, Ida,....” She spoke softly, nosing at his side. “Come on, cheer up, parties aren't for being sad at...” She tried, though he didn't seem about to get up. Maybe one more glass of the fruit drink, then he'd be cooled off? Revontulet was peering at the drink and at the fountain, sniffing at it a little. Something was off there but she wasn't entirely sure. She was suspicious that it wasn't just punch, or it was spiked. Ida flicked his tail, and grumbled. “....What's he got that I don't have, anyway? I have more legs AND arms than he does!” he huffed a little, ears folded back. “I'm allowed to be petty, don't look at me like that!” He said as he noticed Rev slowly raising an eyebrow. “Yeeeaaa I think you need to calm down a bit there, bronco...” She added, while trying to subtly steal the glass from his hand while he was talking- which she did after he set it to the side to face palm. “No more punch for you, mister. That shit's spiked and you drank like a gallon of it already!” |
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| Isra | Sep 21 2017, 01:11 AM Post #34 |
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Marcus and Panzerfaust/Agrius; to Teagan/War, Selena/Taika [Word count: 859] Agrius made a beeline for Orieus as soon as the door opened and bumped his head affectionately against the smaller Tragendire's shoulder. Of those who were in the group of cubs he'd bonded from, he was closest perhaps to this particular 'brother' of his. Likely it had something to do with the fact that Marcus and Teagan somehow ended up repeatedly in each other's company. Or perhaps it was just because he wasn't put off by the creepshow that Orieus displayed on a semi-regular basis. At the mention of his shiny new paint job Marcus held up his hand and gave his fingers a wiggle. The leg matched as well but he wasn't about to drop trou to prove it, and rather thought Teagan would probably take his word for it. He rather liked the subtle shift of deep purples and blues over the light metal alloy; it was a fair stretch from the plain, utilitarian white of the original arm prosthetic. A bit creepier than the simple brown and tan War had initially given him, but... "Someone wanted us to match," he answered as neutrally as he was able, though Panzer still gave him a look. It didn't seem to matter to her that Chryopter had gone on to bond to his own rider, she still had a possessive streak a mile wide when it came to Marcus. He supposed he couldn't really blame her, seeing as he'd come mighty close to dying before she even hatched. Several times, in fact, but that was a moot point now. "Couldn't have asked for anything better," Marcus told War with a lopsided grin. That, at least, was true. In spite of his apparent need of a cane, the limbs were responding well enough to his commands, and his body was adjusting to them admirably. The arm was easier because he'd had it longer, even if the tech in the new one was a little different. His leg was taking a bit more to get used to, though he was confident he'd be fighting fit again in a few more months. "That's actually why I wanted to talk to you," he continued a bit more seriously. "I, uh... I know that technically Chyropter kept me from bleeding to death, and then Ambrosolariel healed me, but.." Marcus flexed his cybernetic arm, rolling his shoulder smoothly and with all the ease as if it was the one he'd been born with. "I've been training and waiting my whole life for a chance to bond, and it'd be kind of hard to accomplish anything if I was missing half my limbs. So, uh... thanks. I owe you one." They got no further than that before Selena and Taika arrived. The former's accusation made him grin as he waved back. It was good to see she was in such good spirits given everything that happened during the hatching, and had apparently recovered from her brush with Oknarel without complications. And hell--it was hard not to like a girl when she and her dragon insisted on feeding him every time they saw him. "You guys should move into the Bunker," he suggested as he took the plate offered to him. Agrius practically inhaled everything the moment his was set before him, though Panzer was more inclined to poke at her food and examine its components before she began to eat. "We can make it bigger. The rooms here are pretty easy to modify. Not that I, uh, want to take advantage of an endless amount of free barbecue or anything..." Nope. Not at all. Completely innocuous suggestion. Even if it was some seriously awesome pulled pork. Marcus let his cane lean against his leg so he had both hands free before he dug in, and damn. Smoky, a little spicy, a little sweet, it was the perfect balance of-- He choked. As it turned out, even delicious barbecue was not meant to be inhaled, but Selena's suggestion that he and Teagan were--were going on a date or something... They weren't, were they? Marcus turned a wide-eyed stare on Teagan because she was nice and all but he didn't think she thought of him that way and there was Idazon besides, not to mention that he hadn't really, y'know, put much thought into their relationship beyond friendship but he'd been told on more than one occasion that he could be a little thick about these sorts of things-- Revontulet's arrival did nothing to clear the matter up, leaving Teagan with a handful of flower while Marcus finally managed to stop attempting to die and wash everything down with a long drink of lemonade. "Did I..." he croaked, voice a little raspy from this latest brush with certain death. Marcus turned to glance out the door in the direction the wispy fox dragon disappeared. "Did I miss something? I mean, I thought you and Black Beauty were kind of a--not that I'm saying that I wouldn't--I just--" He stopped and glanced between Teagan and Selena. "I'm just gonna shut up and let someone tell me what's going on so I can maybe look a little less stupid here." |
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| Jackins | Sep 22 2017, 04:08 PM Post #35 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Teagan and Crew, and a Great Deal of Confusion; @Marcus, Selena, Idazon Word Count: 1527 At Agrius' approach, Oreius responded in kind. It was absolutely true that Teagan and Marcus seemed to attract trouble at the drop of a hat. Between the two of them, the shadowy tragendire could only hope that perhaps this time, they would lose fewer limbs. It was only a dance party, at least that he was aware of, (not that Oreius was terribly sure as to what dancing was, but that was a separate matter altogether) and those did not sound dangerous in the slightest. With his littermate having made an entrance, Oreius moved aside to flop over in the floor and let the mangled pair of companions speak. "Well, matching isn't so bad," Teagan offered. "even if they did look better with pin stripes." There, she had said it. Now Warmestrange could never claim she didn't at least look out for his ego. She flexed her own prosthetic in mild contemplation. Unlike Marcus' newer work, the arm that War had given her hand not actually been meant for a human. Colors aside, there were more ways than one to be a bit possessive. Giving up a part of yourself seemed a little extreme, even if the gesture was a temporary temporary setback for the hatchling involved. Teagan would not have traded her arm for the world. War did his best not to preen at the compliments, but it was hard to hide a smile for such a prideful creature as himself. He gave Marcus a good once over, his chin resting neatly between his fingers as he ran a few scans; nothing invasive, lest his sister protest. "I would recommend a wheelchair for the leg, but judging by the matching paint job on your cane, not even Panzer has been able to convince you otherwise." War mused. At the thanks, he waved his hands, shaking his head. "Think nothing of it. I did exactly what I would anticipate anyone to do where they in my place, to the best of my ability." He offered, before turning to Panzer. "Besides, the only prerequisite for a bond is to have a partner waiting for you. I'm sure that Panzer would have done the same in my stead...though I suspect there would have been more feathers involved." He was allowed to tease, what with being siblings in this lifetime and all. It was just as well that if anyone else had any opinions on the matter, there was no opportunity to voice them. How the other fiery pair could possibly have slept through the feedback response that blasted through the halls, or War's own remodel, Teagan could only guess. At that moment, her best guess was a food coma, and Taika's offerings of food did absolutely nothing to dissuade her assumption. The culinary was an amazing cook. All conversation seemed to hang suspended as War, Teagan, and even Oreius watched the saucy fire dragon prepare her meals with a gusto that few could match, save perhaps another culinary dragon. She didn't have the heart, nor the stomach, to tell Taika that the party would have food as well. For the time being, the party was in their dorm room; no one else was invited. Someone, was about to be kicked out of the dorm room. "Marcus, you can't just show up unannounced and try to steal my roommate. I'm not walking all the way to the end of the living quarters just to get a decent meal." She frowned in between bites before casting a glance towards Tiaka. "No coleslaw?" She gave an almost pout before finishing a hastily made sandwich of little more than toast, bbq sauce and pulled pork. Lemonade washed the questionable breakfast food down in a few gingerly sips as Teagan placed the magically conjured dishes in the dishwasher for later. Wherever it was that they disappeared to when not in use, it didn't seem right to return them dirty. As stomachs were filled and the topic of conversation slowly returned to the party instead of possible housing changes and what they should all be eating, Teagan breathed a sigh of contentment. She was full before even getting to the event, and, from a brief glance towards War and Oreius, it seemed that at least one of them might not even bother coming with; their heads were thusly buried in the impromptu meals. "Very funny." War cast a rye glance towards his bonded. "Look, all I was thinking is that one of you seems a little lethargic in the back of my head, and I'm not naming names." Teagan waved him off with a free hand as Oreius let out a massive, barbeque flavored yawn. She gestured triumphantly at the tragendire. "I rest my case." “You two love birds going together?” The question came from completely out of left field as Teagan turned to look at Selena. She was convinced that she might well see a third eye growing out of her forehead, and while not necessarily unusual for some of the inhabitants of Aesulla, the bizarre statement was enough to catch the fiery redhead off guard. Even Marcus, who typically had something smart to say looked to be choking on his food, or perhaps having a heart attack; or both. Something disastrous was bound to happen after all. The two of them had been minding their business in polite company for at least ten minutes by now. As if on cue, disaster struck as Teagan opened her mouth refute Selena's comment in its entirety. All she could see was Idazon storming off towards the party as he passed the door, and it was just as suddenly filled with Revontulet presence. Almost the same space of time that it had taken Teagan to eat her sandwich, the box was opened, revealing the most excessively intricate flowery formality that she had ever seen. “Idazon was going to give you this but he's run off and I need to go catch up to him, so I'll see you guys at the party!” "Sel, help me. This thing is too fancy and I don't even know what the fuck it is." She held the box open, looking at the corsage in utter bewilderment before passing it to Warmestrange, who had the best of solutions: looking it up online, and reading the data entry out loud: "A corsage is a small bouquet of flowers worn on a woman's dress or worn around her wrist on a formal occasion, traditionally purchased by the woman's date, husba-" "OKAY! I get it...that's enough." Teagan waved her hands frantically enough to keep War from at least immediately keying in on the fire engine red that she had quite suddenly turned. She hadn't even realized that she'd dropped the damned box in the process. For someone as crass as she was, personal matters were a new territory best left unmentioned. As Marcus tried to parse his own confusion into words, Teagan cut him off without room for rebuttal. "Can it, Marcus." the death glare was legendary, even if the former hatching assistant didn't actually deserve it. Without another word, Teagan was gone, booking it down the hallway at a brisk walk. War watched her leave with a look of both confusion and utter bemusement before turning to Selena. "I think it is safe to say that Teagan and Marcus are just friends." He smirked before finishing off a glass of lemonade and moving to join his bonded on the dance floor, albeit at a much slower pace, not wanting to interrupt. Meanwhile, as the party was well underway, a very short, and very frustrated little fabricator was searching the auditorium for something that looked out of place. She reached up to her shirt collar to snuff a trickle of flame that threatened her clothes with her metal hand (she was learning!) before standing on tiptoe to scout the room. She finally found Ida, though to her surprise, she heard him before she could see actually saw him; such was the curse of a dark furred companion. “....What's he got that I don't have, anyway? I have more legs AND arms than he does!..."I'm allowed to be petty, don't look at me like that!” As Revontulet pilfered Ida's punch glass, the same cup found yet a third new owner as Teagan helped herself to the thing and shotgunned while staring Ida dead in the face. "You," her tone was accusatory. "quit whining." she held the corsage between the claws of her prosthetic to within easy reach of Ida. "This thing is fancier than basically my entire everything, and I'm not even dressed for a formal gathering." indeed, she wasn't, her assumption of a dance party was well-anything but formal, needless to say. Her clothes were loose fitting for ease of motion, but not baggy so as to keep her from getting snagged on anyone or anything else on the dance floor. "Now, how do i wear this so you can stop sulking and we can enjoy the party?" |
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| Heijale | Sep 22 2017, 07:17 PM Post #36 |
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Cupcake Queen
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[align=center]Wyrmling Twig Tag: Rurik & Skadesas (Word Count: 641)[/align] Even early on, with the party having barely started, Twig was enjoying himself. He just liked being around all the other people and dragons. He did wish that his bonded, the one he knew was out there for him, somewhere, was here with him to enjoy the party, but it wasn't in his nature to sulk on that thought for too long. There were so many others around to enjoy the occasion with! His would come to him sooner or later (oh how he hoped for sooner!), he just knew it. Until then, he would make the best out of every situation. He'd gone from person to person, dragon to dragon, pair to pair, just socializing idly. It was what one did at a party, right? And wasn't that the whole reason this one was being held? For he and his rook siblings to get to know everyone? He supposed there was that whole thing where they were being celebrated, or something like that, but he was having a hard time wrapping his head around that thought. Was everyone's admission into the world celebrated in such a way? And if that was the case, were there to be more parties like this in the future? He would very much like for that to be the case. He had half a mind to search out some of the delicious coffee and cookies that had been produced and given to him during the hatching, but he chose not to do so. Not because he didn't like them; far from it. Instead, it was because he felt the need to wait for others to get their fill before he started eating. He would happily eat whatever was left over. What if he ate the last cookie, and someone else had their heart set on that last cookie? Oh no, he couldn't be that person. No, he would wait. He didn't seem to have to wait long, as he was approached my one of his rook siblings and their bonded. Even as young as they both were, Skadesas still towered over him. It wasn't something that bothered him terribly, unless it had to do with that dog that thought he was a chew toy. He shuddered in fear to even think about being chewed on by that giant pup. He sat up a bit, trying to make himself slightly less tiny as Skad greeted him. "Hello, hello!" He chirped to the pair, who confirmed his guess that they had just arrived. He didn't think he had seen them on his earlier rounds, and was rather glad to learn that his memory hadn't failed him. He waited until the young man had said his part, and instantly felt it when Rurik felt he'd made a fool of himself. Even without his gift of empathy, the lad's tinkering gave away his emotion. For a quick moment, Twig felt a pang of panic that maybe it was his presence that was making him feel awkward. He immediately went about rectifying the situation. "Its not too early for the party to be fun! Parties are always fun, right? Isn't that the point of them? And when you're early, you can help make it fun for everyone coming after you, yes?" He rambled happily, trying to ease the young man's nervousness. He knew what else eased nerves, and that was gifts! He would make a gift for Rurik, he decided, maybe a nice wooden sculpture of some sort, but first.... Are you hungry? You have eaten, yes? With so much food around, there was no reason they had passed right by it to come see him. And if, for some reason, they had, well, he would just have to lead them to the food! Just because he was waiting on everyone else to feast didn't mean Rurik and Skadesas did! |
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| Senaru | Sep 22 2017, 08:47 PM Post #37 |
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Omnicient Creator
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Vicarous, taking notice of Zemal and Maksim For most, having a giant party and get-together celebrating the hatching was a time of joy and festivities. It was like the last party before summer vacation was over, knowing full well that the most intense training and classes yet would begin in the next couple days, so tonight, there was no holding back. For Vicarous, who was mostly keeping to himself, distances even from the other Nondir dignitaries, the party was an annoyance. The music was dreadful, for one thing. The other annoyance was that he had the nagging feeling that he should at least be trying to be less...What, exactly? He huffed. It was that damn priest and now his equally holy dragon. How had he gotten roped into chatting with them? How exactly had that weak, sick human convinced him to give up his most treasured possession? Even the Titan he had bond---no, ---stolen, had not meant as much to him as the tiny fragment of proof that he'd been wronged. Their talk was weighing heavily upon his mind, even making him consider the possibility that maybe he should let things go. Absently, he found himself holding one of those created crystals from the small, insignificant looking Twig dragon that he'd gotten at the hatching. He'd kept it in his pocket ever since, even if one side of him thought it was stupid. He furrowed his brows and brooded on this thought for a moment. He heard a gasp followed by a caterer scooting away from him, and only then did he realize that he'd been staring off into space, scowling at nothing. Well maybe he didn't want that drink anyway, he'd get it himself. Hmph. So, begrudgingly, the Emperor made his way out of the area where the dignitaries were hanging out and got his hands on a real drink. It'd help him get through the party, at least. Perhaps it'd take his mind off the incessant burning of his chest where his crystal lay embedded. Vicarous had no sooner obtained his likely strong drink when he noticed some of the new arrivals to the party, and one of them quite formally clad in Nondir colors- Well, his colors. The real nondir colors hadn't flown for a hundred years now- Why was he contradicting himself? What difference did it make at this point? It was only after a minute or two of getting closer that he realized with a shock that the clearly royal in new-nondir's colors was none other than his twin sister's son. And, for a moment, as he walked on by with his elegant life dragon, Vicarous felt a momentary sense of pride. The two were well matched. In some distant part of his mind, he knew the wardrobe colors had to have been accidental. There was no way he'd pay any homage to his uncle- and why should he, considering that uncle had torn apart their own family, and then thrown the continent into chaos. He knew that, but even so....Perhaps he could try and converse with his nephew. A stupid idea, really. What kind of idiot would want to speak to the one responsible for his father's murder? His internal berating of himself seemed to come and go. Oh well. To them, he must have looked like he'd come out of nowhere, or through the crowd that parted before him like a school of fish from a shark, even when he wasn't trying to be imposing. Illirian wasn't even with him right now (He was off on his own sitting with other titans elsewhere in the party), nor guards or really, anyone, and all he had in his hand was one glass of some kind of liquor. “Greetings Zemal, Talixarra..And I'm not sure I caught your friend's names...” He paused, before continuing. “I didn't get a chance to congratulate you for bonding to such a lovely creature. You suit each other well.” He added, though he almost regretted saying it. “And I must say, I am wonderfully surprised to see wearing such colors. Quite noble of you to honor both branches of your family,...” He said, for all the world sounding sincere, which was honestly probably creepier than if he'd been mocking the others or threatening them. He didn't have to look to feel his sister's worried gaze upon his back, watching her son and hoping that he wouldn't be so bold. And why wasn't he so bold? He could kill the brat right here and now and no one could have stopped him. If he so wished he could have had Illirian smash this place to pieces, even without his deathly powers.....But there was no point in doing those things. Besides, if he did, he'd lose his only source of trade with Aesulla. Part of him was annoyed at realizing that wasn't the only thing that kept him civil these days. Damned priest. “I trust you lot are getting along well with your new bonds?” He asked Zemal and Talix, though it seemed implied that Maksim and Bolero were included in that as well. In the pocket of Maksim, a certain cell phone was going crazy with texts from Mistoff, who was worried Vic was maybe harassing them. He was mostly asking if he needed to call over some of Alistiana's bodyguards for Zemal and himself. --- Idazon & Rev to Teagan The black stallion was, at the moment that Teagan happened to saunter over, halfheartedly complaining about the stolen glass, but the wiser fox was having none of it and shushed him. “Pipe down, ye silly goober. You shouldn't have any more of that, I can smell it's been spiked a fair amount-...” She trailed off as Teagan snatched it from her and downed it in one go, making Rev shrug and hop down out of the way so that the human could sit where she'd been. This was between them and she was not about to interfere. Instead, she trotted off to go pester War, sidling up next to him like a cat before she appeared to be walking along next to him in her humanoid form. “So, do you still remember how to dance?” She asked with a wink. Back at the bench, Ida was caught staring back into her gray-green eyes. She looked upset, and he felt his ears doing the thing- which was basically folding back and down. For being so much smaller than him in every form, she could be very, very intimidating. Her tone commanded his attention, though, and there was no room for rebuttal. He wasn't about to argue that he wasn't whining, either. “Okay,...” He said softly, somehow finding it within himself to sober up. Maybe she'd just scared it out of him. His expression was pretty dejected when she handed him the flower back, and before she'd said anything, his mind had come up with ten reasons she had rejected it. Wisely, he didn't say any of them, but that was all for the best as she continued to speak. He was surprised, though, that she was giving him the opportunity to give it back to her. His ears perked back up, almost cutely as he took the flower arrangement carefully in his hands, a glance over it told him it had not been damaged. He'd wanted to say something originally when he gave it to her, but his thoughts were muddled and he wasn't sure the original rendition he'd definitely not practiced in a mirror earlier that day would fit the current situation, so he'd have to wing it. “To me, it does not matter if you are richly or poorly or casually dressed, you still shine like the sun, and burn with a forge's flame,...” He said, moving to take a clasp for the flowers from his pocket and attached it to a piece on the back of the corsage, which he lifted and clipped to her hair neatly, though if she wanted to adjust its placement he wouldn't have minded. Attached to the clasp itself were a series of small, pinkie-long red and gold feathers, about three, which almost seemed to be on fire but didn't burn. Licks of blue, white centered flame coiled at the quills while the body of the feathers had more orangey-yellow flames. “I like you because of who you are, not because of fancy things you do or don't have.” He said, tidying up how the feathers lay. He cleared his throat and got up, offering her his hand. “Hopefully you can forgive my sulking,..I believe I may have misunderstood a figure of speech,...” he admitted, his tail swishing slightly from the movement. He'd have to explain the clasp later, he didn't feel right now was the best time for that. |
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| Capricorn | Sep 23 2017, 06:40 PM Post #38 |
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Hatchling
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Fire/Viral Xensuneos Tag: Vespa Word Count: 589 Xensu was glad for the opportunity to speak to Shiruba. The Fate dragon was highly regarded among the Ancient dragons, and although Xensu wasn't concerned about getting along with the others (for the time being, anyways), talking to Shiruba could be valuable. There were, of course, more mundane reasons to speak to Shiruba. Everyone who had hatched was a potential friend- perhaps even existing friends that Xensu had forgotten- and was reason enough to speak to them. There were just... other important things to consider. That was why, when Vespa showed up, Xensu wasn't all that happy. She liked Vespa, she really did. She wasn't very thrilled about sharing a room with a dragon she wasn't related to- she would've much rathered Amneros or Oknarel, who she didn't need to hide from. It was nothing personal, just her... situation. It made it more difficult to learn and practice. The good thing was that Vespa kept away a certain dragon that Xensu most certainly did not want to see, and maybe that alone outweighed the downsides. Besides, Vespa was nice and Xensu did enjoy her company, most of the time. Even if she was... strange. When Vespa pressed her feelers in Xensu's face, the red dragon instinctively took a step back, although she stopped herself from trying to escape completely. It was more than likely that this was far from the first time that this had happened, and she knew that Vespa meant well. She settled for closing the few vents on her face and waiting for Vespa to finish. The Fire/Viral twitched a little as Vespa adjusted her feathers, then turned to address her. Xensu was torn. On one hand, she didn't want to be mean to Vespa, but it also didn't look all that tough to sit there and just let Vespa fuss over her for some reason that not even Xensu understood. After a moment of hesitation, Xensu brushed Vespa with the blunt end of her needle, trying to move her a little further away. "Okay, Vespa, I get it, I get it," she said. "Sorry for... Whatever, I guess?" Xensu moved to sniff the plate that Vespa had offered her, and was very pleased to find that the treats on it were pineapple-flavored. She picked up one of the candies with one of her arms and tested it, then looked down and couldn't help but feel a little creeped out that Vespa knew her favorite food. How had she figured it out? Maybe it's just the fact that, I don't know, a certain somebody decided to fill her half of the fridge with pineapple products? she reminded herself. "Thank you," Xensu muttered. She wished she could've been more gracious, but she had an image to maintain. She ate a few more of the treats Vespa had been so kind as to provide, and looked out at the dance floor. She didn't want to upset Vespa or risk upsetting her by leaving (she was too sweet to do that to), but she also didn't really want to sit beside Vespa the entire party. It had been quite a while since she'd been alive for so long. She knew better than anyone that it could be fleeting- although she had a good feeling about this time- and wanted to enjoy it. "Hey Vespa, I think I'm going to go dance," Xensu said. She wished that she remembered her humanoid form, but this would have to do, for now. "Not sure if you want to stay here, or...?" |
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| Isra | Sep 29 2017, 03:57 AM Post #39 |
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Plot Event Moderator
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Zemal and Talixarra; tag Maksim, Vicarous [Word count: 1,544] "It's not your fault, Maks," Zemal said quietly, trying to keep his voice even. And truly it wasn't; of the two of them, if either should have been keenly aware of their color choice and the politics involved, it should have been the Crown Prince of Lomira. He wasn't even sure, suddenly, why he had Nondiran colors in his wardrobe at all. The outfit itself clearly was not representative of the nation in question, lacking its sigil or any indication of the Titan and rider who ruled it, but the colors and the fact that it was his own, murderous uncle who was Emperor there... The belt wasn't going to fix it. Not even close. But he truly did not have time to change his entire wardrobe. And-- "Maksim, under no circumstances are you to take a swing at the Emperor of Nondir who is bonded to a Death dragon," Zemal told his friend under his breath, trying to sound commanding without letting anyone nearby overhear him. Vicarous could kill Maksim in an instant, and given he'd sent an assassin to stick a dagger in the back of his own nephew, Zemal did not think Vicarous would be overly concerned with the death of a newly bonded wyrmling and his dragon. To make matters worse--and he hated that he needed to quantify something as terrible as losing his best friend in the grand scheme of things--attacking a rival government in what was supposed to be neutral territory had far-reaching consequences. Vicarous might--might--be willing to overlook the slight in the face of losing his kingdom's only open source of trade. Or he might look at it as the perfect excuse to storm the city and try to take it by force. Then they were swept into the party and Zemal was suddenly, acutely aware of every pair of eyes that turned toward him. That was being stared at was expected; he was the Crown Prince, after all, and Talixarra was already a formidable presence behind him in spite of her shy and gentle nature. She was easily the size of numerous adult dragons present and was only going to get larger, physically imposing even if her aura was soft and soothing. But Zemal fancied he saw some very real fear in some of those gazes when they fell on him and the colors he wore. Were they wondering if he was doomed to follow in the same steps as his uncle? Was the male line of their family cursed, as some rumored? Or was Zemal in secret every bit as power hungry as Vicarous? You are none of those things. You and I both know it. Maksim knows it, your mother knows it, Talixarra whispered to him softly. She was nervous about all the attention but for a very different reason. There was a reputation about her, she knew, but the reverence bestowed upon her made her uncomfortable to say the least. Now prepare yourself. He comes. She did not need to tell them who 'he' was. People parted around Vicarous as if avoiding an unseen but palpable shroud of darkness that wrapped around him wherever he went... or perhaps it was the smell. It was only because of his bond with Talixarra that he noticed it, the sickly-sweet aroma of rot. And though he wore a high-collard tunic Zemal did not miss the horrid, creeping blackness that snuck tendrils up Vicarous' throat, mostly hidden beneath his clothes. Talixarra noticed it as well but bade him to keep silent about it. She hinted as well that perhaps it was something he ought to ask Yggdrasil about later. Of all the times and places to meet his uncle face to face this is not the one Zemal would have chosen, but now it was unavoidable. He was keenly aware, suddenly, that for the first time in years he was not wearing his body armor, and he longed for it then. Ramahendra was also absent, which was to be expected given the sudden revelation that there were still other gryphons out there in the world. Not that either would save him if Vicarous truly wanted him dead, but... And how was he to respond to this? Zemal was expecting swagger and sneer, condescension and thinly veiled threats. What he got was something that was alarmingly like sincerity and it immediately made him suspicious. What was Vicarous playing at? Was he trying to get Zemal to lower his guard, or was he using the innocent card so that any negativity that Zemal put forth would only serve to tarnish himself instead of the Nondiran usurper? He was left momentarily speechless by it, whatever it was. Because he hated this man. Zemal loathed him with an intensity that alarmed him, and not just because Vicarous had literally had him murdered once. The entire Lomiran noble line was all but wiped out thanks to him. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people, had suffered--were still suffering at the False Emperor's hand. He had made Illirian attack his own mate, nearly ending her life and causing the deaths of the eggs she was carrying at the time. That, perhaps, was fated in some way since it allowed his own dragon to be hatched, but that did not negate Vicarous' part in the matter. But he was not going to let that hate define him. Was that not, in the end, what led Vicarous himself down his current path? "Many thanks, Vicarous." Zemal surprised himself with the level tone of his voice, congenial but not overly friendly. Strictly speaking he was out of place for not using the Emperor's given title, but if he wanted to go at it on a first-name basis then who was Zemal to deny him that? He pointedly did not mention Maksim or Bolero; the last thing he wanted was for his uncle to get even the slightest inkling that going after Maksim was a good way to get to the Prince. Zemal reached up to cup the point of Talixarra's chin in his hand, her massive head resting just above his shoulder. "She surprised me, though I'm not sure why. It feels strange to me now that I might have expected anything else." That, at least, was said with utmost honesty and no small amount of adoration in his voice. Much as he might have railed against his future, against the destiny laid out before him with nary a concern for his own wants and desires, Zemal found himself much more willing to make peace with it now that he had Talixarra by his side. Again, it seemed. She was a beacon of light and warmth, and not until they bonded had he realized the absence in his life, in his sense of self. It felt impossible that he should have missed it, and yet he'd only been aware of its lack in those very brief moments before the crystal formed on his brow. And ahh, the matter of his wardrobe. Of course Vicarous was bound to bring it up. Quite likely it was the only reason he'd seen fit to approach Zemal in the first place. Accident or otherwise, the Prince was not about to let his uncle--or anyone within earshot--believe that what he wore accounted as any sort of tacit approval for the way Vicarous tended to his stolen Empire. "I fear I must clear up some confusion, uncle." The title was bitter on his tongue but his voice remained even, carefully neutral. Zemal was not going to risk Terminus' neutrality with his own thinly veiled hostility. "But I do not wear these colors for you. I wear them for Nondir and its people, those who currently suffer and perish in its streets. I wish for them to have hope again, hope that one day--perhaps not so long from now--they will be free of the horrors that torment them. They will know peace and prosperity again." Much as he might have wished to rail against his uncle's tyranny, Zemal said no more than that. This was supposed to be a party, not a political statement. It would do him no good to risk the other man's ire, not when there were so many innocents around, but neither did he intend to let Vicarous' cruelty stand. They might be related by blood, they might even look enough alike to be mistaken for brothers, but Zemal was nothing like Vicarous. He was going to be civil, but he wasn't going to play this game of false niceties. "Now, if you'll excuse us," he continued with a slight tilt of his head. Not a bow, because like hell was he going to show this man an ounce more respect than he deserved. "The Empress awaits me. Should I give your regards to my mother, your sister?" He regretted the words almost instantly. They seemed dangerous, for some reason. As if reminding Vicarous of all he had done to ruin his own family was akin to handing him a loaded gun. But they were out and there was no taking them back. All he could do was stand there and wait to see if his uncle would allow him to leave or try to cause a scene. |
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| Nox | Sep 30 2017, 08:55 AM Post #40 |
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Nox and Baristra - Party time? Tag - Ahm Toke briefly/ any peeps by the snack bar Word count: 899 Baristra stood back as the doors wooshed open to reveal one of her broodmates. The chocolate dragon perked up at the sight of Toke and listened as he explained to her the situation, mentally relaying it to her own bonded as he did so. Her ability to multitask is pretty phenomenal, must come from being a culinary. Her rider mentally prodded her with his own reply. "You both are absolutely fine, just also wanted to check on you two also. You diiid just make a pretty big impression on the sands the other day. My bonded worries, even if he won't admit it out loud." At this she paused and pursed her lips as if listening. "He wants to say that if Ahm and you ever want to talk you can always poke us, take as much time as you need." As she spoke she wove her hands, the vines tying back her leafy mane extended and wove themselves into a neat little basket. A finger snap later it was filled with miniature warm gooey cinnamon buns. The smell of them wafted through out the entire space, warm, spicy and covered in frosted goodness. Giggling she offered the basket to Toke. "I think they won't mind Ahm cheating on food anymore, we'll see you later!" With that she waved and took her leave. By then Nox is now showered, dressed for a party and a little more alert. Before he can even speak Baristra skipped over grabbed his hand. "You look great! Come on Merlot, we have a party to get to!" She called back as she dragged her rider out of their dorm. The tragendire huffed and trotted after them. All together they made their way down to the party headquarters. "Ohhh its feels like its been so long since I've been to a good party." Baristra's eyes glinted with excitement as she placed a small orange flower corsage on Nox's lapel. "Its good that you know." He chuckled nervously. Sure he's been to parties but never any as big as this one was supposed to be. And so formal to boot? Better go with the flow, that always seemed to work. "Its been a while since i've danced." "You dance in the shower." Merlot snickered helpfully when they finally entered the dance room. She left it at that and trotted strait to the snack tables. "I'll be over there being good I Promise!" "Shhhh! That's not the same Merlot." He groaned as he covered his face to conceal the hot blush blooming on his face. If there is one thing about Baristra, its that he's learned she can be a relentless tease when she wants to be. "Since when has That been a thing?" Baristra's eyes widened at the revelation. Past memories or not, somethings are still going to be different every round. "I was mute not deaf, and i like listening to music when I shower. I thought you know? I mean, you pretty much know everything about me already right?" He sheepishly defended himself as he walked towards the side of the room. Honestly the memory bit while helpful was also...disconcerting sometimes. What was his past self like? Will she like this new him? Is he even the same person that she knows? Dear celestial, its too early to think about this sort of thing and its making him anxious. "Not a bad thing. Just...a new thing." She reached out to take his hand as a soothing gesture sensing his anxiety. There have been several times where her bonded was also deaf on top of being mute. This is not the case this time. Baristra mentally smacked herself for not keeping better track. "I may have previous memories but that doesn't mean I know everything about you. This you. My memory also isn't perfect, it may be a little better than most but most definitely not perfect...so I apologize if I say something that's...insensitive..or get mixed up. We have to learn together. You can always ask me anything and I'll answer as best I can." She spoke the last bit softly, suddenly much more serious than her usual bubbly self. Nox rubbed the back of his neck relaxing just a bit. Honestly he didn't even mean to bring that up here of all places but it was something that's been nigging the back of his head the moment she revealed they've been previously bonded. Seems now that he's got a voice he can't keep it quiet when he wants to, its something he'll have to keep an eye over. "I'm sorry didn't mean...well you know." Over the bond he sent his feelings of love and trust tentatively through hoping she'll get what he's getting at. Nox was never one that was good with words but he did trust in Baristra and she's honestly one of the best things to ever happen to him. "Its ok I think I understand." She winked at him and leaned over to give her rider a peck on the forehead. "Now...Aren't you going to show me your new dancing skills or what?" She grinned brightly at her rider and took his hands. "Food first! I haven't had breakfast yet." He laughed and dragged her over to where they're serving the snacks. |
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