Bronco

This disorganization is terribly disconcerting, Tebow, I'll tell you that. Like trying to find a pin in a haystack. Hm? What are you looking at? Oh, not again...

The invisible dragon's expression can't be seen, but his exasperated sigh tells the visitor all they need to know. The only thing indicating the presence of the disembodied voice are a pair of gold spectacles, hovering in the air above a cluttered desk, and a quill pen, dripping ink. If it hadn't been for a prior encounter, the situation would have been quite strange, given that at this very moment, the conversation consisted of the invisible dragon narrating himself again.

Tebow, I do wish you'd interrupt me when I do that. People find it weird. I'm sorry, but you've come at a bad time. The Lore is really getting out of hand! A flight change, an Emperor, Rivaille taking charge, a whole syndicate of evil dragons including necromancers...some bios have fancy graphics, others are simply daydreaming the perfect look for a dragon which will never happen, all because the Player is very lazy! He's even wasting time writing this, instead of being sensible and writing lore. That's creative types for you. Ideas and ideas, but no organizational skills, tut tut. Well, I'll have to cut this chat short. I do hope you enjoy what's been written so far, I worked - well, he worked through me - so hard on it.

With a yelp, the voice appears to notice the large blotches his dripping pen has left on the script that, if only because it's mostly centered on the desk, appears to be his current project. It's clear that further conversation will be impossible, so the visitor moves on...hopefully, to look at other bios.

Archived 8/9/18

'CottonCandy can be considered the most powerful due to her time spent-' O-oh, what is it Tebow? No, you know I'm invisible, right? This dragon couldn't possibly see...

Oh. You can. I'm sorry, how rude of me. Ever since I was born to this clan, it's almost as though I don't really exist! Turns out I live in an unusual dimension known as the Fourth Wall. Whenever I look at other dragons, I just can't help but...but...

The stranger stares at the hovering glasses in front of them, tapping a claw absentmindedly. For some reason, the apparition has started to narrate their actions, and their jaw drops as they narrate themselves narrating-

AHEM. You see? It just happens to me suddenly, I can't seem to help it. My assistant here, Tebow, makes sure I can even get things like food, since the Keeper of the Hoard, Aralicien, can't see me. She thinks everyone has had their fill and puts all of the food away where I can't get to it! So Tebow begs some off of CottonCandy and passes it on to me.

What's that? You want to know my name? Tebow, I didn't seriously forget to do something as simple as an introduction? For shame, it would seem my thoughts are as substantial as my assistant's cloudy bed. Well, you may call me Bronco. Since no one bothered to name me, I had to just come up with one on my own. Took a year or more, but I've been trying to listen to what the signs have to say, and strongly I feel like this was the name for me. As for Tebow, his name came naturally afterwards.

I may not have an official job, but I've taken it upon myself to write the biographies of all the dragons in this here "clan", for lack of a better word. In fact, it was I who wrote the "clan" bio itself! Tebow helps me to find interesting formats to use. I must say, it's taken me quite some time to really step up to such a task, but it would seem recently that there are all of these quite interesting stories going on right now, and who better to write about them than one who sees it all playing out like a good book? Sure, there are some terrible things going on, but I hardly see the point of getting involved for some higher cause; that might change the whole plot! No, I am merely here to write about what is happening, not to add my own lines.

Now if you don't mind, I'm a very busy dragon! I-

The glasses bob up and down for a moment, only serving to confuse the stranger. The being known only as Bronco sighs wretchedly. "I'm so sorry, I forgot you can't see my claws. I'm shooing you off now. Goodbye!"

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