Who: Yang, Ren, Shiro, Keith, Morrigan, Ruki, and Barabas Where: The Horologium When: A few hours after arrival Rating PG What: an unlikely group of heroes band together to face their biggest nemesis yet: a door.
Considering I missed you by a hair on purpose in that spar...?
[Oh, she's returning that little shadow with her own. While snorting in amusement; no smoke this time. Huh, she is getting better at this.
This door is trembling in terror already and doesn't even know it. She takes a few steps forward, claws lightly raking the floor before eyeing the door. Left side, clearly where the door is supposed to open. An odd chuckle echoes in her throat. So long as they can at least make decent enough holes for the others to get a solid grip, it'll be easier for the other two groups.]
Well, no time like the present.
[She presses her long face close to where the seam should be, and starts blowing; gently at first, the metal slowly heating up by her flames. It starts to become more molten, but it's so think she ends up growling under her breath after a few minutes. She moves to a lower spot so Keith can try to work on where she started.]
It is more dense than the skulls of a few people I once knew.
Granted, you bolting in the direction away from the shot was amusing.
[She wouldn't have actually hit him with that; he burns easier than her dragon form does.]
Took the words right out of my mouth. [She grumbles, adding just a little more flame in the second attempt. At least he's somewhat successful in the attempt?]
[Keith glances over at her, lips pursed.] I swerved, at most. I didn't bolt.
[He leans into his blade and the door, trying to wedge it and tear it down along the line of the heated material. At least he's confident in his mother's blade holding up against the wear and tear and the heat.]
Usually I'm the one shooting fire. Or well, I was when I flew Red. Black has other tricks up its sleeve.
[She's only teasing, Keith. Hush. She moves down further, maintaining the same pressure. Thank goodness for small favors of flame-resistant dragon lips.]
And so I have seen. Shiro isn't exactly subtle.
[A quick glance in his direction before continuing being an inhuman blowtorch. She isn't that subtle, either.]
[Her shoulders shake as she closes her mouth to prevent herself from blasting so hard it burns whatever is on the other side. She has no idea how much the mechanical part affects it, but a lion's hearing is far better than any human's. Good luck, Keith.]
He does tend to stand out either way.
[Among others in their normal forms, one could pick out that white hair anywhere. Or the headlights, even in a fog.]
Granted, [she resumes being the inhuman blow torch with a slight grin, showing some of her teeth.] I'm not one to talk. Dragon, and all.
[One seventh of the time, but it is getting easier over time; less taxing. She flicks her tail towards Shiro.]
Keith takes a breath and throws his weight into jamming his blade into where Morrigan has melted -- or at least softened, hopefully -- a part of the door.]
Oh?
[He glances over at her now.] Flirting with someone they shouldn't have?
She glances at him and huffs an extra bit of fire at the door.]
My love. [They were flirting with her boyfriend. Also she realizes how possessive she sounds and blinks at it, herself. Wow. This is a thing.]
...No idea where that came from. Regardless, [Just going to keep torching the door. Just keep torching, just keep torching~♫ Just keep ignoring you've been a dragon too long and weren't expecting the territorial and possessive urges, Morrigan. Sure, it'll go away eventually.]
[Keith is maybe too quick to chime in. Look, he does his best to rein it in but he has a tiny possessive streak of his own. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that sometimes Shiro has completely inexplicable bite marks in places that are definitely visible.
Anyway, Keith does get it. He almost fought some mermaids.
But right yeah the door. Totally focused. ...he can multitask though.]
[Just a pinch, but Morrigan can't complain. She's left similar marks on Amell's neck but no one will ever see them with that ridiculous hat on.
It's funny because she asked if Shiro got hit on by mermaids like the men in the group she wound up in, and it's how -- over a glitching text chat -- she found out he's spoken for.]
Just as bad, hm?
[Multitasking is an art form and she's a master of it.]
[He admits. Keith is focused on the door, so he's sort of just talking. Somehow he's come to feel comfortable around Morrigan. So even as he grunts with the effort of trying to wedge his sword in further, he continues.]
I try not to be, for the most part. But you've met Shiro. [A frown as he draws his sword free and tries another spot. Going to loosen this up. And keep talking, apparently.] He's beautiful. But it's more than that. People are drawn to him. I mean, of course they are. He's brave and kind... he shines, you know?
[This is really, really weird considering how most people tend to shy away from her. Yet she listens as they both work; an echo of a laugh in their heads but not shared vocally. No need to scare the children. Further. Yet.]
I have. [The laugh echoes in her eyes as they continue to work on the door. Wondering how long it'll be before the next group takes over.] He radiates a type of kindness that doesn't judge. Almost like...
[Her voice trails off slightly, but end the end she keeps talking.]
He and Daylen are alike in that regard. [A first name, this time.] You saw the group around the fire in my memories? They all decided to follow him, as his inner circle among the army we built from nothing during a simultaneous civil war and invasion.
To think I had found my equal amidst those I was sent to save.
[She's torched enough spaces on the door to offer a potential grip for the others. So she uses her claws to try and widen a few of the spots.]
[Shift change is probably imminent, given the ache in Keith's shoulders and arms from trying to win a contest of strength against a metal spaceage door.
He glances over at the laughter -- even if it's not really something he hears given that it's in his head directly. His turn to smile as Morrigan continues, a little surprised that she is. But glad she is, too.]
I remember that, yeah.
[Hard to forget that tour through Morrigan's memories. But.] He sounds pretty great. Uniting people like that is really something.
[Morrigan can't wait to curl up into a ball on the side for a while after this, dear gods. She smiles faintly back, but there's sadness mixed with a determination in her eyes.]
Another reason I have to go back. They'll need him to rebuild the country and deal with stragglers.
[She's seen the results of two, technically. Going back and returning with the marks of whatever happened to them back home.
She draws back as well, nods, then starts to walk away to clear a path for group two.]
We did. Now, hopefully they appreciate the grips.
[Two are even dragon claw sized! It's great! Just as great as leaning slightly against the wall as she curls in on herself to lay back and watch in curiosity as the others progress.]
Hopefully. ...and then we'll be up again eventually, if it comes to it.
[However many rounds this takes. He finds himself a place to settle against the wall as well, rolling his shoulders to work out some of the stiffness setting in now that he's done attacking the door.]
Thanks for the help, by the way. I think we made a decent team.
Quite, which means for the time being, I'm staying in this shape.
[She has very little upper body strength in human form, okay? Don't judge her. Though she silently hopes that it means they finish with this door before the prolonged shift starts to take it's toll.
She gestures with the wing closest to him slightly. Just a shrug.]
...You are welcome. [She... doesn't really know what to say to the rest.]
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[Oh, she's returning that little shadow with her own. While snorting in amusement; no smoke this time. Huh, she is getting better at this.
This door is trembling in terror already and doesn't even know it. She takes a few steps forward, claws lightly raking the floor before eyeing the door. Left side, clearly where the door is supposed to open. An odd chuckle echoes in her throat. So long as they can at least make decent enough holes for the others to get a solid grip, it'll be easier for the other two groups.]
Well, no time like the present.
[She presses her long face close to where the seam should be, and starts blowing; gently at first, the metal slowly heating up by her flames. It starts to become more molten, but it's so think she ends up growling under her breath after a few minutes. She moves to a lower spot so Keith can try to work on where she started.]
It is more dense than the skulls of a few people I once knew.
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[Hey now that could've been his uncanny ability to dodge. Or something. Except no he is well aware Morrigan was very precise with that warning shot.
Keith stands back just enough to give Morrigan room to work.]
Space age technology, I guess. Great.
[But he will take his sword and jab it into the metal that she's heated, seeing if he can't edge it in to try to begin creating some leverage.]
This is going to be a slog.
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[She wouldn't have actually hit him with that; he burns easier than her dragon form does.]
Took the words right out of my mouth. [She grumbles, adding just a little more flame in the second attempt. At least he's somewhat successful in the attempt?]
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[He leans into his blade and the door, trying to wedge it and tear it down along the line of the heated material. At least he's confident in his mother's blade holding up against the wear and tear and the heat.]
Usually I'm the one shooting fire. Or well, I was when I flew Red. Black has other tricks up its sleeve.
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[She's only teasing, Keith. Hush. She moves down further, maintaining the same pressure. Thank goodness for small favors of flame-resistant dragon lips.]
And so I have seen. Shiro isn't exactly subtle.
[A quick glance in his direction before continuing being an inhuman blowtorch. She isn't that subtle, either.]
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Yeah, there's not a lot to be subtle about when it's the Black Lion. ...or Shiro.
[That last part is probably joking, affectionately, even if he's not sure Shiro can hear him at the moment.
Doesn't matter. He's busy trying to make the best of the weakness in the door that Morrigan is introducing for him.]
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He does tend to stand out either way.
[Among others in their normal forms, one could pick out that white hair anywhere. Or the headlights, even in a fog.]
Granted, [she resumes being the inhuman blow torch with a slight grin, showing some of her teeth.] I'm not one to talk. Dragon, and all.
[One seventh of the time, but it is getting easier over time; less taxing. She flicks her tail towards Shiro.]
You can turn down the search lights.
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[And now he just sounds fond. ...and catches himself. Ahem. Okay. Back to attacking the door.
He spares an amused glance in Morrigan's direction.]
That's true. But thankfully subtlety isn't what we're going for right now anyway.]
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Keith had caught her giving her own Warden looks, anyway. Now they're even.]
Subtlety's overrated, regardless... until it is necessary.
[Her grin fades, and she uses the excuse of focusing on the task at hand instead.]
The one good thing I'll admit about two of those I worked with: they knew how to be subtle about everything but their passes at flirting.
[...No, totally not a slight growl there. Not at all.]
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Keith takes a breath and throws his weight into jamming his blade into where Morrigan has melted -- or at least softened, hopefully -- a part of the door.]
Oh?
[He glances over at her now.] Flirting with someone they shouldn't have?
[What's that growl there Morrigan do tell.]
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She glances at him and huffs an extra bit of fire at the door.]
My love. [They were flirting with her boyfriend. Also she realizes how possessive she sounds and blinks at it, herself. Wow. This is a thing.]
...No idea where that came from. Regardless, [Just going to keep torching the door. Just keep torching, just keep torching~♫ Just keep ignoring you've been a dragon too long and weren't expecting the territorial and possessive urges, Morrigan. Sure, it'll go away eventually.]
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[Keith is maybe too quick to chime in. Look, he does his best to rein it in but he has a tiny possessive streak of his own.
This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that sometimes Shiro has completely inexplicable bite marks in places that are definitely visible.Anyway, Keith does get it. He almost fought some mermaids.
But right yeah the door. Totally focused. ...he can multitask though.]
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She's left similar marks on Amell's neck but no one will ever see them with that ridiculous hat on.It's funny because she asked if Shiro got hit on by mermaids like the men in the group she wound up in, and it's how -- over a glitching text chat -- she found out he's spoken for.]
Just as bad, hm?
[Multitasking is an art form and she's a master of it.]
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[He admits. Keith is focused on the door, so he's sort of just talking. Somehow he's come to feel comfortable around Morrigan. So even as he grunts with the effort of trying to wedge his sword in further, he continues.]
I try not to be, for the most part. But you've met Shiro. [A frown as he draws his sword free and tries another spot. Going to loosen this up. And keep talking, apparently.] He's beautiful. But it's more than that. People are drawn to him. I mean, of course they are. He's brave and kind... he shines, you know?
[Don't mind Keith.]
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I have. [The laugh echoes in her eyes as they continue to work on the door. Wondering how long it'll be before the next group takes over.] He radiates a type of kindness that doesn't judge. Almost like...
[Her voice trails off slightly, but end the end she keeps talking.]
He and Daylen are alike in that regard. [A first name, this time.] You saw the group around the fire in my memories? They all decided to follow him, as his inner circle among the army we built from nothing during a simultaneous civil war and invasion.
To think I had found my equal amidst those I was sent to save.
[She's torched enough spaces on the door to offer a potential grip for the others. So she uses her claws to try and widen a few of the spots.]
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He glances over at the laughter -- even if it's not really something he hears given that it's in his head directly. His turn to smile as Morrigan continues, a little surprised that she is. But glad she is, too.]
I remember that, yeah.
[Hard to forget that tour through Morrigan's memories. But.] He sounds pretty great. Uniting people like that is really something.
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Another reason I have to go back. They'll need him to rebuild the country and deal with stragglers.
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[Keith's been through time warps before so why not. Why not??
He steps back, drawing his sword free of the door.]
I think we made some good progress.
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[She's seen the results of two, technically. Going back and returning with the marks of whatever happened to them back home.
She draws back as well, nods, then starts to walk away to clear a path for group two.]
We did. Now, hopefully they appreciate the grips.
[Two are even dragon claw sized! It's great! Just as great as leaning slightly against the wall as she curls in on herself to lay back and watch in curiosity as the others progress.]
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Hopefully. ...and then we'll be up again eventually, if it comes to it.
[However many rounds this takes. He finds himself a place to settle against the wall as well, rolling his shoulders to work out some of the stiffness setting in now that he's done attacking the door.]
Thanks for the help, by the way. I think we made a decent team.
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[She has very little upper body strength in human form, okay? Don't judge her. Though she silently hopes that it means they finish with this door before the prolonged shift starts to take it's toll.
She gestures with the wing closest to him slightly. Just a shrug.]
...You are welcome. [She... doesn't really know what to say to the rest.]