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dontcallmedarling) wrote2015-05-04 12:24 pm
dontcallmedarling) wrote2015-05-04 12:24 pm
Memory II
Memory: Neutral - WHY IS THE DRAGON MOM FLIRTING WITH ME
Regained: Day 144 - Nyssa Battleship
Summary: Dragon moms are terrifying.
You're in the same place as before - the caves where you fought the young dragon, Silark. But there's clearly been a passage of time - your hair is longer and scruffier, the people around you have changed - there's the grumpy-looking woman in a set of cleaner, newer robes. But there are others you don't recognize - a tinier, older man atop a dog, a man almost your age in a matching suit of armor, a scruffy, taller sort next to a casting circle with his arms outstretched. A slim man with sharp features carrying a staff - your mind files this away as 'elven'. There's also a small... rodent...thing? It looks like a hedgehog, in odd, sort of tribal clothes.
"Do you think I'm helping?" The other man in plate asks, curious as he's holding his hands also outstretched to the portal.
"Yeah, probably." The scraggly-looking one replies.
"Wait... something's coming through!" The man blinks, surprised.
A form does come through - a form everyone immediately recognizes as draconic.
"Uhhhh..." The scraggly man's hesitation and deadpan nature can be heard over the magic.
"Oh... wow..." The dragon's voice has an airy quality to it, as it looks over the party. "It's been a while since I've been here..."
"Uhhh....." The scraggily man steps backward, blinking.
"Are you Silark's new babysitters? How is she doing?"
"Simon, I fucking hate you." The man says immediately, glaring at the man in plate that isn't you, who is positively brimming over with glee.
"It worked! A dragon symbol worked!" He grins again.
"I don't know enough cuss words to handle this." The woman quips.
"Same, Luna." You reply, with a quick followup. "Uhh. Someone hold my axe." You chime, trying very carefully to not put your back towards the dragon. "And run far away."
It's the scraggly looking man who steps forward, kind of almost sarcastic - but not quite insincere.
"We're sorry but... your baby's dead. She uh, kidnapped someone, and a Paladin ran up and stabbed her."
The dragon - who at some point had fallen asleep, snaps out of her reprieve, looking around. "What's up? Oh, hello... is... Silark okay?"
"And to be honest we killed her because she tried to kill us." The man finishes, rushing through it.
"Oh... she's dead...? Huh. That's the last time I used kobolds for babysitters!" She huffs slightly.
"Kobolds, not great babysitters, got it." You mention, making conversation.
"You would need to do things that lead to kids to need knowing that." You hear the woman mutter, just audible enough for you to hear.
You decide to try and ignore the comment, mostly because oh god, the Dragon is approaching you. "So it was the Paladin's fault?"
"...Y...yeah, guilty as charged."
"Huh, it sounds like you made a bit of noise, protecting your friends. I guess that's why they call you a pal-a-din, huh?"
She snorts, and you respond with a nervous chuckle.
"So... my baby's dead. Does her daddy know? I mean, I don't know her daddy... I think he was a crystal dragon? That party was really wild."
"Uh... I mean... if it helps, I still remember her to this day. She was very passionate."
"Remember who?" She says, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Uh, Silark."
"...Oh! That's a girl's name... okay, I think I understand a little better."
"Stop talking." The woman hisses in your ear.
"...Sorry." You say, looking down at your feet.
"I just need to know, young Paladin- do you need to 'axe' me anything about Silark?" She laughs at her own joke again.
Somehow, your nervous laugh is even worse than your nervous chuckle.
"See, it's funny, because you have her birthday present, and you aren't talking about it."
Shit.
"But that's okay~"
You respond after a moment of silent panicking. "I... erm, named it after her. I figured it was the right thing to do."
Her face brightens. "Oh, that's nice. Just in case you get any more urges to do the right thing, my name's Larksee. Nice to meet you~"
"...N...nice to meet you, too." You stammer out, sure you're gonna be very dead very soon.
"So... you wanted me to help you guys do what now?"
"Be our... relief, as we venture further into the caves."
"Oh! I can do that." She turns to the rest. "My name's Stella Luna. Nice to meet you all~"
"But... didn't you just say your name was- nevermind."
"No, go on and finish your thought there." The woman pipes up, a mischievous smile on her face.
"...No, I don't think I will, Luna." You say after a moment, as the dragon and the scraggily-looking man seem to work out details, though the dragon turns to you again.
"Isn't Luna such a pretty name?"
"I-It's very pretty."
"Do you think Stella makes it prettier, or less pretty?"
"U-uh..."
It takes you a moment to respond, and she looks around to the others, questioning. "Is your Paladin broken?"
"N-no no, I'm fine!" You respond, quicker than you probably should. "It's just - I'm foolish, right guys? I sometimes do things and I don't know why."
"Aw... you're nervous. Maybe I should just give you a few big bite wounds, and tumble you around in that plate armor?"
You nearly break out into a cold sweat.
"'Cause then, you'd be a hole-y roller!" The dragon cackles, and you aren't sure whether to feel more or less relieved.
"No touchie." The wizard murmurs again, looking at the dragon, before conversing again with the scraggily man, who explains that what you guys are doing and purely 'fighting evil' stuff, since 'Mr. Clanky' - and he nods his head to you - can't exactly do subversive. The dragon laughs.
"Mr. Clanky? I like you, mister handsome sorcerer. I also like Mr. Clanky."
"T-thank you for the compliment." You blurt out, hoping that if you keep paying attention, nothing terrible will happen.
"I can see where Silark got it from." The wizard says flatly, as the sorcerer and the dragon negotiate.
"Yes, you are definitely Silark's mother." You follow up.
"Well considering you killed her for being rude, annoying, and visicious, I can't wait to meet your mother!" She says, flashing all teeth. You feel your skin pale some.
"He's stupid, ignore him." The woman next to you implores the Dragon, keeping from rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I agree. But he is cute! You should keep him, he's like a puppy that flinches."
"I... uh- th..anks?" You try to say. Oh god, this is going so wrong.
"Does he blush? Make him blush, Luna."
"O-oh God." You mutter, preparing for the worst.
She says something you can't make out with this memory - because you don't have the language she's speaking back yet, but true to form you face flushes as the dragon cackles.
"L-Luna!"
"Oh, this is great. I like you, Luna. I like all of you. I'm ready to help!"
The Wizard mutters a word as soon as Larksee turns away, and suddenly a small downpour of water forms over your head, soaking your hair and causing you to sputter.
"You are wet, Netsu." Larksee notices out of the corner of her eye.
"Y...yes, yes I am."
"That means your girlfriend is, too." You can see a smirk playing across her face as she moves to group with the rest of the party. You stand there, flabbergasted. What just happened.
"I-"
The wizard - Luna - moves past you, you open your mouth, and a language you don't know comes out of your mouth - different than the one she spoke to you, but you know what you were saying, at least.
"Was she hitting on me or threatening me?"
Luna turns to you, smirking. "Both. Always assume both."
"...Good to know, I guess." You roll your shoulders - metal plates clinking - as you move to rejoin with the group.
Notes:
- Oh god.
- Why.
- Why any of this.
Regained: Day 144 - Nyssa Battleship
Summary: Dragon moms are terrifying.
You're in the same place as before - the caves where you fought the young dragon, Silark. But there's clearly been a passage of time - your hair is longer and scruffier, the people around you have changed - there's the grumpy-looking woman in a set of cleaner, newer robes. But there are others you don't recognize - a tinier, older man atop a dog, a man almost your age in a matching suit of armor, a scruffy, taller sort next to a casting circle with his arms outstretched. A slim man with sharp features carrying a staff - your mind files this away as 'elven'. There's also a small... rodent...thing? It looks like a hedgehog, in odd, sort of tribal clothes.
"Do you think I'm helping?" The other man in plate asks, curious as he's holding his hands also outstretched to the portal.
"Yeah, probably." The scraggly-looking one replies.
"Wait... something's coming through!" The man blinks, surprised.
A form does come through - a form everyone immediately recognizes as draconic.
"Uhhhh..." The scraggly man's hesitation and deadpan nature can be heard over the magic.
"Oh... wow..." The dragon's voice has an airy quality to it, as it looks over the party. "It's been a while since I've been here..."
"Uhhh....." The scraggily man steps backward, blinking.
"Are you Silark's new babysitters? How is she doing?"
"Simon, I fucking hate you." The man says immediately, glaring at the man in plate that isn't you, who is positively brimming over with glee.
"It worked! A dragon symbol worked!" He grins again.
"I don't know enough cuss words to handle this." The woman quips.
"Same, Luna." You reply, with a quick followup. "Uhh. Someone hold my axe." You chime, trying very carefully to not put your back towards the dragon. "And run far away."
It's the scraggly looking man who steps forward, kind of almost sarcastic - but not quite insincere.
"We're sorry but... your baby's dead. She uh, kidnapped someone, and a Paladin ran up and stabbed her."
The dragon - who at some point had fallen asleep, snaps out of her reprieve, looking around. "What's up? Oh, hello... is... Silark okay?"
"And to be honest we killed her because she tried to kill us." The man finishes, rushing through it.
"Oh... she's dead...? Huh. That's the last time I used kobolds for babysitters!" She huffs slightly.
"Kobolds, not great babysitters, got it." You mention, making conversation.
"You would need to do things that lead to kids to need knowing that." You hear the woman mutter, just audible enough for you to hear.
You decide to try and ignore the comment, mostly because oh god, the Dragon is approaching you. "So it was the Paladin's fault?"
"...Y...yeah, guilty as charged."
"Huh, it sounds like you made a bit of noise, protecting your friends. I guess that's why they call you a pal-a-din, huh?"
She snorts, and you respond with a nervous chuckle.
"So... my baby's dead. Does her daddy know? I mean, I don't know her daddy... I think he was a crystal dragon? That party was really wild."
"Uh... I mean... if it helps, I still remember her to this day. She was very passionate."
"Remember who?" She says, snapping out of her thoughts.
"Uh, Silark."
"...Oh! That's a girl's name... okay, I think I understand a little better."
"Stop talking." The woman hisses in your ear.
"...Sorry." You say, looking down at your feet.
"I just need to know, young Paladin- do you need to 'axe' me anything about Silark?" She laughs at her own joke again.
Somehow, your nervous laugh is even worse than your nervous chuckle.
"See, it's funny, because you have her birthday present, and you aren't talking about it."
Shit.
"But that's okay~"
You respond after a moment of silent panicking. "I... erm, named it after her. I figured it was the right thing to do."
Her face brightens. "Oh, that's nice. Just in case you get any more urges to do the right thing, my name's Larksee. Nice to meet you~"
"...N...nice to meet you, too." You stammer out, sure you're gonna be very dead very soon.
"So... you wanted me to help you guys do what now?"
"Be our... relief, as we venture further into the caves."
"Oh! I can do that." She turns to the rest. "My name's Stella Luna. Nice to meet you all~"
"But... didn't you just say your name was- nevermind."
"No, go on and finish your thought there." The woman pipes up, a mischievous smile on her face.
"...No, I don't think I will, Luna." You say after a moment, as the dragon and the scraggily-looking man seem to work out details, though the dragon turns to you again.
"Isn't Luna such a pretty name?"
"I-It's very pretty."
"Do you think Stella makes it prettier, or less pretty?"
"U-uh..."
It takes you a moment to respond, and she looks around to the others, questioning. "Is your Paladin broken?"
"N-no no, I'm fine!" You respond, quicker than you probably should. "It's just - I'm foolish, right guys? I sometimes do things and I don't know why."
"Aw... you're nervous. Maybe I should just give you a few big bite wounds, and tumble you around in that plate armor?"
You nearly break out into a cold sweat.
"'Cause then, you'd be a hole-y roller!" The dragon cackles, and you aren't sure whether to feel more or less relieved.
"No touchie." The wizard murmurs again, looking at the dragon, before conversing again with the scraggily man, who explains that what you guys are doing and purely 'fighting evil' stuff, since 'Mr. Clanky' - and he nods his head to you - can't exactly do subversive. The dragon laughs.
"Mr. Clanky? I like you, mister handsome sorcerer. I also like Mr. Clanky."
"T-thank you for the compliment." You blurt out, hoping that if you keep paying attention, nothing terrible will happen.
"I can see where Silark got it from." The wizard says flatly, as the sorcerer and the dragon negotiate.
"Yes, you are definitely Silark's mother." You follow up.
"Well considering you killed her for being rude, annoying, and visicious, I can't wait to meet your mother!" She says, flashing all teeth. You feel your skin pale some.
"He's stupid, ignore him." The woman next to you implores the Dragon, keeping from rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I agree. But he is cute! You should keep him, he's like a puppy that flinches."
"I... uh- th..anks?" You try to say. Oh god, this is going so wrong.
"Does he blush? Make him blush, Luna."
"O-oh God." You mutter, preparing for the worst.
She says something you can't make out with this memory - because you don't have the language she's speaking back yet, but true to form you face flushes as the dragon cackles.
"L-Luna!"
"Oh, this is great. I like you, Luna. I like all of you. I'm ready to help!"
The Wizard mutters a word as soon as Larksee turns away, and suddenly a small downpour of water forms over your head, soaking your hair and causing you to sputter.
"You are wet, Netsu." Larksee notices out of the corner of her eye.
"Y...yes, yes I am."
"That means your girlfriend is, too." You can see a smirk playing across her face as she moves to group with the rest of the party. You stand there, flabbergasted. What just happened.
"I-"
The wizard - Luna - moves past you, you open your mouth, and a language you don't know comes out of your mouth - different than the one she spoke to you, but you know what you were saying, at least.
"Was she hitting on me or threatening me?"
Luna turns to you, smirking. "Both. Always assume both."
"...Good to know, I guess." You roll your shoulders - metal plates clinking - as you move to rejoin with the group.
Notes:
- Oh god.
- Why.
- Why any of this.