[center][font=century gothic]@KaiserSooshie ((I'm back~!))
Corin, with a last glance at the ridgeback, moves off to stand with Flip - he appears disdainful of the bright wildclaw, and his will for them to leave is almost tangible. He can't stand the extroverted dragon, and despite standing with his ex-clanmate he keeps his distance, as if Flip's bubbly personality will rub off on him.
Infiltration's frills ripple, and she looks at Brimstone with a curious lilt to her frills.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=Arial Narrow][size=4]“I remember little, Brimstone. All I recall is being ripped from my perch and stamped upon by a huge dragon - I assume that it was October or... Union, yes. That was the Fox's name.”[/font][/size][/columns]
[font=century gothic]She tips her head, curiosity intensifying.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=Arial Narrow][size=4]“I assumed that they chose me as I was the simplest target, and I was partially responsible for exposing a number of their members. Is that incorrect?”[/font][/size][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Aspire stifles and excited squeak when she is lifted off the ground, suddenly eye-to-eye with the wildclaw. She blinks in surprise - she hadn't known Flip had been mafia!
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[/url][nextcol][indent]“Flip? Convincin' [i]mafia[/i] to do something? Well, I'll be blown! He ain't exactly the most intimidatin' dragon out there, ye know?”[/font][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Flip laughs, puffing out his chest slightly and smoothing the fur down.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=comic sans ms][size=4]“I am a dragon of many talents, and persuasion is one of them! It took some doing to convince that bunch, let me tell you! Now, Echo - I'll apologize again for being one of the bad guys, but I heard you mention a feast! I haven't had anything to eat in... about ten minutes.”[/font][/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=monotype corsiva][size=5]"Oh, dear, you're going to starve."[/font][/size][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Lorcan pats Flip on the head cheerfully, and the wildclaw laughs.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=comic sans ms][size=4]“Says the dragon who hoards insects in secret! Anyhow, why don't you tell me a bit about your clan, Echo. I can't say I know much!”[/font][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Aspire nods eagerly.
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[/url][nextcol][indent]“Aye, and about your crew, as well!”[/font][/columns][/center]
@KaiserSooshie ((I'm back~!))
Corin, with a last glance at the ridgeback, moves off to stand with Flip - he appears disdainful of the bright wildclaw, and his will for them to leave is almost tangible. He can't stand the extroverted dragon, and despite standing with his ex-clanmate he keeps his distance, as if Flip's bubbly personality will rub off on him.
Infiltration's frills ripple, and she looks at Brimstone with a curious lilt to her frills.
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“I remember little, Brimstone. All I recall is being ripped from my perch and stamped upon by a huge dragon - I assume that it was October or... Union, yes. That was the Fox's name.”
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She tips her head, curiosity intensifying.
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“I assumed that they chose me as I was the simplest target, and I was partially responsible for exposing a number of their members. Is that incorrect?”
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Aspire stifles and excited squeak when she is lifted off the ground, suddenly eye-to-eye with the wildclaw. She blinks in surprise - she hadn't known Flip had been mafia!
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“Flip? Convincin' mafia to do something? Well, I'll be blown! He ain't exactly the most intimidatin' dragon out there, ye know?”
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Flip laughs, puffing out his chest slightly and smoothing the fur down.
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“I am a dragon of many talents, and persuasion is one of them! It took some doing to convince that bunch, let me tell you! Now, Echo - I'll apologize again for being one of the bad guys, but I heard you mention a feast! I haven't had anything to eat in... about ten minutes.”
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"Oh, dear, you're going to starve."
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Lorcan pats Flip on the head cheerfully, and the wildclaw laughs.
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“Says the dragon who hoards insects in secret! Anyhow, why don't you tell me a bit about your clan, Echo. I can't say I know much!”
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Aspire nods eagerly.
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“Aye, and about your crew, as well!”
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WolfSong
"Yes, partially for that. And yes it was Union. Of course, my soul would not rest and vainly seeked revenge and took some partial control. After you were stomped, you were severed into little bits... it was amazing they were able to revive you-- how I remember or why I let plague instincts take over my soul at that moment. I am gravely sorry for betraying you my little one. And sorry to inform you of this, but I feel if I were to hide it from you, it would only hurt worse for the both of us."
Echo looked at them and crossed his arms, huffing. "T'is clan is certainly a dark one. Rogues, killers, misfits. T'is clan seems to accept t'em all. If t'ey let me in, t'at shows you so. And Flip, if ye want your head attached to yer neck, don't ever betray me again. Or I will have your head on a Silver Platter." He looked at them "I still need someone I can trust in my pirate crew as I don't have a 'first mate' as terms go. The first mate is generally like a co-founder of t'e crew and gives orders to t'e rest of t'e crew but answers to t'e captain."
Echo looked at them "Psaah, I can last a week on a nibble o food so quit yer complaining." He yawned and looked at them "T'e mess hall's t'is way however. We shall wait for Brimmy and Infiltration."
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WolfSong
"Yes, partially for that. And yes it was Union. Of course, my soul would not rest and vainly seeked revenge and took some partial control. After you were stomped, you were severed into little bits... it was amazing they were able to revive you-- how I remember or why I let plague instincts take over my soul at that moment. I am gravely sorry for betraying you my little one. And sorry to inform you of this, but I feel if I were to hide it from you, it would only hurt worse for the both of us."
Echo looked at them and crossed his arms, huffing. "T'is clan is certainly a dark one. Rogues, killers, misfits. T'is clan seems to accept t'em all. If t'ey let me in, t'at shows you so. And Flip, if ye want your head attached to yer neck, don't ever betray me again. Or I will have your head on a Silver Platter." He looked at them "I still need someone I can trust in my pirate crew as I don't have a 'first mate' as terms go. The first mate is generally like a co-founder of t'e crew and gives orders to t'e rest of t'e crew but answers to t'e captain."
Echo looked at them "Psaah, I can last a week on a nibble o food so quit yer complaining." He yawned and looked at them "T'e mess hall's t'is way however. We shall wait for Brimmy and Infiltration."
[center][font=century gothic]@KaiserSooshie ((GAAAAH I forgot about this completely! I'm so sorry! ;^; Schoolwork has hit me super hard since the start of the year, so replies will probably be delayed by a week or so.))
Infiltration sits quietly as Brimstone talks, frills dead still, which is unusual for the tiny dragon. She is silent for a moment, then stretches her wings out, examining the scar tissue for the first time. She can tell exactly where she was cut, exactly where they tore her, and exactly how Valentine had pieced her back together. After a brief moment of silence, she tips her head upwards, pushing her hood out of her face so that she can look Brimstone in the eye. Her Shadow eyes now hold hints of Plague magic, little red sparks dancing in depths of purple,
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=Arial Narrow][size=4]"Thank you for telling me, Brimstone. To be perfectly honest, I expected as much. I too was partially responsible for your death, so I suppose that what your soul did makes us even. I too am sorry for the part I played, and I hold you under no conviction for what you did. I only hope that you can forgive me for thinking you were the Wendigo, and acting accordingly."[/font][/size][/columns]
[font=century gothic]As the group sets off, Aspire seems enthralled, Flip amused, and Lorcan more than a little bit concerned by Echo's description. The pink skydancer glances about himself nervously, keeping close to Flip and warily eyeing any dragon who comes too close. Flip seems at ease among the rougher dragons, walking jauntily alongside Echo with a smile that was only sobered by Echo's threat. Aspire is wrapped around Flip's neck, still trying to stare at Echo without letting on. She is clearly intrigued by his need of a first mate, but opts not to say anything for now.
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[/url][nextcol][indent]“Sounds interestin' - I never saw rough types in Water, and I can't say my particular Plague clan is much use for attractin' the tougher sort. We're more... friendly... than most cut-throats tend t' like.”[/font][/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=comic sans ms][size=4]“You certainly have in interesting assortment here, that's for sure!”[/font][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Flip glances at Lorcan, his irrevocable grin growing larger at the pink dragon's discomfort.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=comic sans ms][size=4]“What's the matter, pink face, harpy got your tongue?”[/font][/columns]
[font=century gothic]Lorcan shakes his head quickly, throwing himself into an assertive walk and doing his best to appear unperturbed by the dragons around them.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=monotype corsiva][size=5]"Nothing's the matter, purple tail, the ladies here are just tougher than my usual sort."[/font][/size][/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=comic sans ms][size=4]"Yeah - your 'usual sort' is covered in silk and flowers."[/font][/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=monotype corsiva][size=5]"Quite right - these ones are likely to take my head off if I try anything."[/font][/size][/columns]
[font=century gothic]He glances at NightBlade, then looks quickly away when he senses her awareness.
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[/url][nextcol][indent][font=monotype corsiva][size=5]"Maybe a bit more than the head..."[/font][/size][/columns][/center]
@KaiserSooshie ((GAAAAH I forgot about this completely! I'm so sorry! ;^; Schoolwork has hit me super hard since the start of the year, so replies will probably be delayed by a week or so.))
Infiltration sits quietly as Brimstone talks, frills dead still, which is unusual for the tiny dragon. She is silent for a moment, then stretches her wings out, examining the scar tissue for the first time. She can tell exactly where she was cut, exactly where they tore her, and exactly how Valentine had pieced her back together. After a brief moment of silence, she tips her head upwards, pushing her hood out of her face so that she can look Brimstone in the eye. Her Shadow eyes now hold hints of Plague magic, little red sparks dancing in depths of purple,
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"Thank you for telling me, Brimstone. To be perfectly honest, I expected as much. I too was partially responsible for your death, so I suppose that what your soul did makes us even. I too am sorry for the part I played, and I hold you under no conviction for what you did. I only hope that you can forgive me for thinking you were the Wendigo, and acting accordingly."
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As the group sets off, Aspire seems enthralled, Flip amused, and Lorcan more than a little bit concerned by Echo's description. The pink skydancer glances about himself nervously, keeping close to Flip and warily eyeing any dragon who comes too close. Flip seems at ease among the rougher dragons, walking jauntily alongside Echo with a smile that was only sobered by Echo's threat. Aspire is wrapped around Flip's neck, still trying to stare at Echo without letting on. She is clearly intrigued by his need of a first mate, but opts not to say anything for now.
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“Sounds interestin' - I never saw rough types in Water, and I can't say my particular Plague clan is much use for attractin' the tougher sort. We're more... friendly... than most cut-throats tend t' like.”
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“You certainly have in interesting assortment here, that's for sure!”
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Flip glances at Lorcan, his irrevocable grin growing larger at the pink dragon's discomfort.
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“What's the matter, pink face, harpy got your tongue?”
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Lorcan shakes his head quickly, throwing himself into an assertive walk and doing his best to appear unperturbed by the dragons around them.
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"Nothing's the matter, purple tail, the ladies here are just tougher than my usual sort."
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"Yeah - your 'usual sort' is covered in silk and flowers."
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"Quite right - these ones are likely to take my head off if I try anything."
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He glances at NightBlade, then looks quickly away when he senses her awareness.
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"Maybe a bit more than the head..."
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Wolfsong ((It's fine school work had me swamped too))
"Heh well, I don't like direct methods of killing I suppose. Thankfully I suppose I could have told you enough to say that I was the Wizard of Winter." Brimstone admitted.
"Heh well that's fine as long as your clan watches their back." Echo chuckled.
NightBlade grinned quite evily at Lorcan "You're feathers would look nice on my wall~"
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"Heh well, I don't like direct methods of killing I suppose. Thankfully I suppose I could have told you enough to say that I was the Wizard of Winter." Brimstone admitted.
"Heh well that's fine as long as your clan watches their back." Echo chuckled.
NightBlade grinned quite evily at Lorcan "You're feathers would look nice on my wall~"
